The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom...You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough.
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!
Hes a Blockhead who wants a proof of what he Cant Percieve And hes a Fool who tries to make such a Blockhead believe.
He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.
Mock on, mock on; 'tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the wind, And the wind blows it back again.
He who loves feels love descend into him and if he has wisdom may perceive it from the Poetic Genius which is the Lord.