The Man who never in his Mind & Thoughts travel'd to Heaven Is No Artist.

The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.

Reason, or the ratio of all we have already known, is not the same that it shall be when we know more.

Each man must create his own system or else he is a slave to another mans

The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.

For everything exists and not one sigh nor smile nor tear, one hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away.

Ah, sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done; Where the youth pined away with desire And the pale virgin shrouded in snow Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my sunflower wishes to go.