As a man is, so he sees. As the eye is formed, such are its powers.
Gratitude is heaven itself; there could be no heaven without gratitude.
Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love')
There is no mistake so great as the mistake of not going on.
May God us keep From Single vision and Newton's sleep.