I speak with the Eternal through the instrument of nature, through the world's history: I read the soul of the artist in his Apollo.
Friedrich SchillerAs freely as the firmament embraces the world, so mercy must encircle friend and foe. The sun poursforth impartially his beams through all the regions of infinity; heaven bestows the dew equally on every thirsty plant. Whatever is good and comes from on high is universal and without reserve: but in the heart's recesses darkness dwells.
Friedrich Schiller