Nothing Is Great But The Inexhaustible Wealth

Nature, Through All Her Kingdoms, Insures Herself.

There Are No Days In Life So Memorable As Those Which Vibrate To Some Stroke Of The Imagination.

Music And Wine Are One.

We May Climb Into The Thin And Cold Realm Of Pure Geometry And Lifeless Science, Or Sink Into That Of Sensation. Between These Extremes Is The Equator Of Life, Of Thought, Or Spirit, Or Poetry,--a Narrow Belt.

We Learn That God Is; That He Is In Me; And That All Things Are Shadows Of Him.