To observations which ourselves we make, we grow more partial for th' observer's sake.

The way of the Creative works through change and transformation, so that each thing receives its true nature and destiny and comes into permanent accord with the Great Harmony:...

Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, content to dwell in decencies for ever.

Those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.

The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.

The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg. &lt;br /&gt;<br /> a

Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.

'Tis not enough your counsel still be true; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do.

They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake.

The same ambition can destroy or save, and make a patriot as it makes a knave.

So vast is art, so narrow human wit.

Remembrance and reflection how allied. What thin partitions divides sense from thought.

One science only will one genius fit; so vast is art, so narrow human wit.

Never was it given to mortal man - To lie so boldly as we women can.

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!

Know then this truth, enough for man to know virtue alone is happiness below.

Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.

Gentle dullness ever loves a joke.

For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.