Music's Golden Tongue Flatter'd To Tears This

Life Is But A Day; A Fragile Dewdrop On Its Perilous Way From A Tree's Summit.

I Wish You Could Invent Some Means To Make Me At All Happy Without You. Every Hour I Am More And More Concentrated In You; Everything Else Tastes Like Chaff In My Mouth.

Knowledge Enormous Makes A God Of Me.

Philosophy Will Clip An Angel's Wings.

I Find That I Can Have No Enjoyment In The World But The Continual Drinking Of Knowledge. I Find There Is No Worthy Pursuit But The Idea Of Doing Some Good For The World.