Your messages I hear, but faith has not been given; The dearest child of Faith is Miracle.

Blood is a very special juice.

All intelligent thoughts have already been thought; what is necessary is only to try to think them again.

There is but one poetry,--true poetry.

All that is transitory is but a metaphor.

What is the true test of character unless it be its progressive development in the bustle and turmoil, in the action and reaction of daily life.

Piety, like nobility, has its aristocracy.