Quotes About Balance

Health consists with temperance alone.

Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain,Here earth and water seem to strive again,Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd,But, as the world, harmoniously confus'd:Where order in variety we see,And where, though all things differ, all agree.

That true self-love and social are the same.

She who ne'er answers till a husband cools,Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules;Charms by accepting, by submitting, sways,Yet has her humor most, when she obeys.

Extremes in nature equal ends produce In man they join to some mysterious use.

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: this is what furthers and what perseveres.

Order is heaven's first law.

Averse alike to flatter, or offend; Not free from faults, nor yet too vain to mend.

For he lives twice who can at once employ, The present well, and e'en the past enjoy.

Go, wiser thou! and in thy scale of sense Weigh thy Opinion against Providence; Call Imperfection what thou fancy'st such, Say, here he gives too little, there too much; Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust,(9) Yet cry, If Man's unhappy, God's unjust; If Man alone ingross not Heav'n's high care, Alone made perfect here, immortal there: Snatch from his hand the balance(10) and the rod, Re-judge his justice, be the GOD of GOD!

Consult the genius of the place in all; That tells the waters or to rise, or fall; Or helps th' ambitious hill the heav'ns to scale, Or scoops in circling theatres the vale; Calls in the country, catches opening glades, Joins willing woods, and varies shades from shades, Now breaks, or now directs, th' intending lines; Paints as you plant, and, as you work, designs.

Poetic justice, with her lifted scale, Where, in nice balance, truth with gold she weighs, And solid pudding against empty praise. Here she beholds the chaos dark and deep, Where nameless somethings in their causes sleep, Till genial Jacob, or a warm third day, Call forth each mass, a poem, or a play: How hints, like spawn, scarce quick in embryo lie, How new-born nonsense first is taught to cry.

Why charge we Heav'n in those, in these acquit? In both, to reason right is to submit.

Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of Sense, Lie in three words, Health, Peace, and Competence. But Health consists with Temperance alone, And Peace, oh Virtue! Peace is all thy own.

Know thy own point: this kind, this due degree Of blindness, weakness, Heav'n bestows on thee.

Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all.

Launch not beyond your depth, but be discreet, And mark that point where sense and dulness meet.

Launch not beyond your depth

The difference is too nice - Where ends the virtue or begins the vice.

What Reason weaves, by Passion is undone.

There is a certain even-handed justice in Time; and for what he takes away he gives us something in return. He robs us of elasticity of limb and spirit, and in its place he brings tranquility and repose—the mild autumnal weather of the soul.

In my garden I spend my days, in my library I spend my nights. My interests are divided between my geraniums and my books. With the flower I am in the present; with the book I am in the past.

Trifles make up the happiness or the misery of human life.

Knowledge without love inflates the ego and deceives the mind.