We Are Betrayed By What Is False

Possession Without Obligation To The Object Possessed Approaches Felicity.

My Religion Of Life Is Always To Be Cheerful.

Not Till The Fire Is Dying In The Grate, Look We For Any Kinship With The Stars. Oh, Wisdom Never Comes When It Is Gold, And The Great Price We Paid For It Full Worth: We Have It Only When We Are Half Earth. Little Avails That Coinage To The Old!

There Is Nothing The Body Suffers Which The Soul May Not Profit By.

The Sun Is Coming Down To Earth, And The Fields And The Waters Shout To Him Golden Shouts.