He attacked everything in life with a mix of extrordinary genius and naive incompetence, and it was often difficult to tell which was which.
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
How could you be a Great Man if history brought you no Great Events, or brought you to them at the wrong time, too young, too old?
Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn whatever state I am in, therin to be content
We rocked to a stop still on a downslope.
Could you imagine how horrible things would be if we always told others how we felt? Life would be intolerably bearable.
Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.