Dip him in the river who loves water.

He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise.

Men are admitted into heaven not because they have curbed or governed their passions, but because they have cultivate their understandings.

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

All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage.

Celebrate your existence!

Where others see but the dawn coming over the hill, I see the soul of God shouting for joy.