Astronomy to the selfish becomes astrology.
Give me truths for I am weary of the surfaces.
Nature cannot be surprised in undress. Beauty breaks in everywhere.
Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you crack a nut.
Postpone not your life.
The good writer seems to be writing about himself, but has his eye always on that thread of the Universe which runs through himself and all things.