Winter Does Not Work Only On A

Winter Does Not Work Only On A Broad Scale; He Is Careful In Trifles.

We Have Two Lives; The Soul Of Man Is Like The Rolling World, One Half In Day, The Other Dipt In Night; The One Has Music And The Flying Cloud, The Other, Silence And The Wakeful Stars.

God Has Thickly Strewn Infinity With Grandeur.

Every Man's Road In Life Is Marked By The Grave Of His Personal Likings.

I Go Into My Library And All History Unrolls Before Me.