The man or country that fights priestcraft and priests is to my mind striking deeper for freedom than can be struck anywhere.

We never know what's in us till we stand by ourselves.

Faith works miracles. At least it allows time for them.

A house with a great wine stored below lives in our imagination as a joyful house, fast and splendidly rooted in the soil.

Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.

A kiss is but a kiss now! and no wave of a great flood that whirls me to the sea. But, as you will! we'll sit contentedly, and eat our pot of honey on the grave.

Prepare, You lovers, to know Love a thing of moods: Not like hard life, of laws.