One life; a little gleam of Time between two Eternities; no second chance to us for evermore!
A vein of poetry exists in the hearts of all men.
Caution is the lower story of prudence.
Fire is the best of servants, but what a master!
The mystery of a person, indeed, is ever divine to him that has a sense for the godlike.
O Time! Time! how it brings forth and devours! And the roaring flood of existence rushes on forever similar, forever changing!