Nature, Through All Her Kingdoms, Insures Herself.

For Everything You Have Missed, You Have Gained Something Else, And For Everything You Gain, You Lose Something Else.

I Covet Truth; Beauty Is Unripe Childhood's Cheat; I Leave It Behind With The Games Of Youth.

Money Is Of No Value; It Cannot Spend Itself. All Depends On The Skill Of The Spender.

All Loss, All Pain, Is Particular; The Universe Remains To The Heart Unhurt.

The Crime Which Bankrupts Men And States Is Job-work-declining From Your Main Design, To Serve A Turn Here And There. Nothing Is Beneath You, If It Is In The Direction Of Your Life, Nothing Is Great Or Desirable If It Is Off From That. I Think We Are Entitled Here To Draw A Straight Line And Say That Society Can Never Prosper But Must Always Be Bankrupts, Until Every Man Does That Which He Was Created To Do.