All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
From Alexander Pope
To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.
Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
All nature is but art unknown to thee.
There is a certain majesty in simplicity which is far above all the quaintness of wit.
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!
The same ambition can destroy or save, and make a patriot as it makes a knave.
Never elated when someone's oppressed, never dejected when another one's blessed.
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