The fruition of beauty is no chance of hit or miss... it is inevitable as life.

Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?

Nothing endures but personal qualities.

O to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last!

When I undertake to tell the best, I find I cannot. My tongue is ineffectual on its pivots, My breath will not be obedient to its organs, I become a dumb man.

O to be self-balanced for contingencies, to confront night, storms, hunger, ridicule, accidents, rebuffs, as the trees and animals do.

I see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-beloved, saying to the people, "Do not weep for me, This is not my true country, I have lived banished from my true country - I now go back there, I return to the celestial sphere where every one goes in his turn."