To make something you have to be something.
What sort of God would it be, who only pushed from without.
Errors belong to libraries; truth, to the human mind.
Love does not rule; but it trains, and that is more.
Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom, Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose!
The world is full of contradiction.