The Idea Of God Ends

To Go Into Solitude, A Man Needs To Retire As Much From His Chamber As From Society. I Am Not Solitary Whilst I Read And Write, Though Nobody Is With Me. But If A Man Would Be Alone, Let Him Look At The Stars.

All Vigor Is Contagious.

He Who Knows What Sweets And Virtues Are In The Ground, The Plants, The Waters, The Heavens, And How To Come At These Enchantments - Is The Rich And Royal Man.

All Violence, All That Is Dreary And Repels, Is Not Power, But The Absence Of Power.

Sitting Back In The Evening, Stargazing And Stroking Your Dog, Is An Infallible Remedy.