Miracle is the pet child of faith.
One cannot develop taste from what is of average quality but only from the very best.
The senses do not deceive us, but the judgment does.
As all Nature's thousands changes But one changeless God proclaim; So in Art's wide kingdom ranges One sole meaning still the same: This is Truth, eternal Reason, Which from Beauty takes its dress, And serene through time and season Stands aye in loveliness.
There is no remedy but love for the great superiority of others
Our virtues and view spring from one root.