Poems List
When I play with my cat, who knows if I am not more of a pastime to her than she is to me?
When I play with my cat, who knows whether she isn’t amusing herself with me more than I am with her?
When I religiously confess myself to myself, I find that the best virtue I have has in it some tincture of vice.
Who ever saw one physician approve of another’s prescription, without taking something away, or adding something to it?
Why dost thou complain of this world? It detains thee not; thy own cowardice is the cause, if thou livest in pain.
Wisdom is a solid and entire building, of which every piece keeps its place and bears its mark.
Wonder is the foundation of all philosophy, inquiry the progress, ignorance the end.
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