I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
I see the Past, Present and Future existing all at once Before me.
I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man’s. I will not reason compare. My business is to create.
I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!
How can the bird that is born for joy, sit in a cage and sing.
Hear the voice of the Bard! Who Present, Past, and Future, sees, whose ears have heard, the Holy Word, that walked among the ancient trees.
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars: General Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite and flatterer, For Art and Science cannot exist but in minutely organized Particulars.
He who shall teach the Child to Doubt, the rotting Grave shall never get out.
He who Doubts from what he sees, will ne’er Believe, do what you Please. If the Sun and Moon should doubt, they’d immediately Go out.
He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.
He who binds to himself a joy, does the winged life destroy; but he who kisses the joy as it flies, lives in eternity’s sun rise.