The person born with a talent they are meant to use will find their greatest happiness in using it.

For the butterfly, mating and propagation involve the sacrifice of life, for the human being, the sacrifice of beauty.

Out of moderation a pure happiness springs.

If I say to the moment: 'Stay now! You are so beautiful'!

It is natural to man to regard himself as the final cause of creation.

You can’t, if you can’t feel it, if it never Rises from the soul, and sways The heart of every single hearer, With deepest power, in simple ways. You’ll sit forever, gluing things together, Cooking up a stew from other’s scraps, Blowing on a miserable fire, Made from your heap of dying ash. Let apes and children praise your art, If their admiration’s to your taste, But you’ll never speak from heart to heart, Unless it rises up from your heart’s space.

Could we perfect human nature, we might also expect a perfect state of things.