Do Not Be Wise In Words -

I Cannot Comprehend How Any Man Can Want Anything But The Truth.

Nowhere Can Man Find A Quieter Or More Untroubled Retreat Than In His Own Soul.

In The Morning, When You Are Sluggish About Getting Up, Let This Thought Be Present: 'i Am Rising To A Man's Work.'

"sweep Me Up And Send Me Where You Please." For There I Will Retain My Spirit, Tranquil And Content, As Long As It Can Feel And Act In Harmony With Its Own Nature. Is A Change Of Place Enough Reason For My Soul To Become Unhappy And Worn, For Me To Become Depressed, Humbled, Cowering, And Afraid? Can You Discover Any Reasons For This?

He Does Not Write At All Whose Poems No Man Reads