I Am An Emptiness For Thee To

Our Life Is No Dream; But It Ought To Become One, And Perhaps Will.

I Find The Doing Of The Will Of God Leaves Me No Time For Disputing About His Plans — I Do Not Say For Thinking About Them.

I Begin Indeed To Fear That I Have Undertaken An Impossibility, Undertaken To Tell What I Cannot Tell Because No Speech At My Command Will Fit The Forms In My Mind.

Every Truth Must Be Accompanied By Some Corresponding Act.

All Haste Implies Weakness.