What I Aspired To Be

Man Partly Is And Wholly Hopes To Be.

What? Was Man Made A Wheel-work To Wind Up, And Be Discharged, And Straight Wound Up Anew? No! Grown, His Growth Lasts; Taught, He Ne'er Forgets: May Learn A Thousand Things, Not Twice The Same.

There Is Nothing So Unpardonable As To Consent To A Senseless, Aimless, Purposeless Life.

If Thou Tastest A Crust Of Bread, Thou Tastest All The Stars And All The Heavens.

Of What I Call God, And Fools Call Nature.