In the journey of life when thy shadow falls to the westward stop until it falls to the eastward. Thou art then at thy destination.
Seek not for happiness—'tis known
To hope and memory alone;
At dawn—how bright the noon will be!
At eve—how fair it glowed, ah, me!
Brain was given to test the heart's credibility as a witness, yet the philosopher's lady is almost as fine as the clown's wench.
"Who art thou, so sorrowful?"
"Ingratitude. It saddens me to look upon the devastations of Benevolence."
"Then veil thine eyes, for I am Benevolence."
"Wretch! thou art my father and my mother."
Death is the only prosperity that we neither desire for ourselves nor resent in others.
To the small part of ignorance that we can arrange and classify we give the name Knowledge.
"I wish to enter," said the soul of the voluptuary.