We trifle when we assign limits to our desires, since nature hath set none.

We trifle when we assign limits to our desires, since nature hath set none

Tears are nature's lotion for the eyes. The eyes see better for being washed by them.

Panic is a sudden desertion of us, and a going over to the enemy of our imagination.

It is ever the invisible that is the object of our profoundest worship. With the lover it is not the seen but the unseen that he muses upon.

No man is happy without a delusion of some kind. Delusions are as necessary to our happiness as realities.