We Have Time Enough If

We Should Treat Children As God Does Us, Who Makes Us Happiest When He Leaves Us Under The Influence Of Innocent Delusions.

The Most Difficult Thing Is What Is Thought To Be The Simplest; To Really See The Things Which Are Before Your Eyes.

Ill-humor Is Nothing More Than An Inward Feeling Of Our Own Want Of Merit, A Dissatisfaction With Ourselves Which Is Always United With An Envy That Foolish Vanity Excites.

There Speaks The Man Of Truly Noble Ways, Who Will Not Listen To The Words Of Praise. In Modesty Averse, And With Deaf Ears, He Acts As Though The Others Were His Peers.

We Are Pantheists When We Study Nature, Polytheists When We Write Poetry, Monotheists In Our Morality.