The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket.

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.

To the solid ground Of nature trusts the Mind that builds for aye.

[Mathematics] is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.

Provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke.

How is it that you live, and what is it you do?

Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains; and of all that we behold from this green earth.