God only acts and is, in existing beings or men.

God is the poetic genius in each of us.

A musician, an artist, an architect: the man or woman who is not one of these is not a Christian.

O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe; And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruit and flowers.

Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.

What seems to be, is, to those to whom it seems to be, and is productive of the most dreadful consequences to those to whom it seems to be, even of torments, despair, eternal death.

The true method of knowledge is experiment.