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!

If society gives up the right to impose the death penalty, then self-help will appear again and personal vendettas will be around the corner.

The ideal of beauty is simplicity and tranquility.

Before you can do something, you must first be something.

If you wish a wise answer, you must put a rational question.

One's roused by this, another finds that fit: Each loves the play for what he brings to it.

Art is based on a strong sentiment of religion,--on a profound and mighty earnestness; hence it is so prone to co-operate with religion.