Things refuse to be mismanaged for long.
He takes men out of time and makes them feel eternity.
The world always had the same bankrupt look, to foregoing ages as to us.
For it is only the finite that has wrought and suffered; the infinite lies stretched in smiling repose.
The eye is easily frightened.
I take this evanescence and lubricity of all objects, which lets them slip through our fingers then when we clutch hardest, to be the most unhandsome part of our condition.