Mere enthusiasm is the all in all.
How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring?
Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.
Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.
You throw the sand against the wind and the wind blows it back again.
He who would do good to another must do it in minute particulars.