Then sleep the seasons, full of might; While slowly swells the pod, And rounds the peach, and in the night The mushroom bursts the sod. The winter comes: the frozen rut Is bound with silver bars; the white drift heaps against the hut; and night is pierced with stars.

Life is not life at all without delight.

The more wild and incredible your desire, the more willing and prompt God is in fulfilling it, if you will have it so.

Uncommon things must be said in common words.

A saint is a person who does almost everything any other decent person does, only somewhat better and with a totally different motive.

Great is his faith who dares believe his own eyes.

Uncommon things must be said in common words, if you would have them to be received in less than a century.