Whatever Games Are Played With Us, We

The Civilized Man Has Built A Coach, But Has Lost The Use Of His Feet.

The Office Of The Scholar Is To Cheer, To Raise, And To Guide Men By Showing Them Facts Amidst Appearances.

I Grieve That Grief Can Teach Me Nothing, Nor Carry Me One Step Into Real Nature.

Trust Thyself: Every Heart Vibrates To That Iron String.

I See It Only That Thyself Is Here, And Art And Nature, Hope And Fate, Friends, Angels And The Supreme Being Shall Not Be Absent From The Chamber Where Thou Sittest.