How Difficult It Is To

From Thought To Thought, From Mountain Peak To Mountain. Love Leads Me On; For I Can Never Still My Trouble On The World's Well Beaten Ways.

Great Errors Seldom Originate But With Men Of Great Minds.

Hitherto Your Eyes Have Been Darkened And You Have Looked Too Much, Yes, Far Too Much, Upon The Things Of Earth. If These So Much Delight You What Shall Be Your Rapture When You Lift Your Gaze To Things Eternal!

He Loves But Lightly Who His Love Can Tell.

Who Over-refines His Argument Brings Himself To Grief