The Angel that presided o'er my birth Said, 'Little creature, formed of joy and mirth, Go love without the help of any thing on earth'.

Drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead.

Wisdom is sold in a desolate marketplace where none can come to buy.

How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoyed in you! The languid strings do scarcely move! The sound is forced, the notes are few!

Love is weak when there is more doubt than there is trust, but love is most strong when you learn to trust even with all the doubts. If a thing loves, it is infinite.

Without minute neatness of execution, the sublime cannot exist! Grandeur of ideas is founded on precision of ideas.

May God us keep From Single vision and Newton's sleep.