The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.

The crime of inquiry is one which religion never has forgiven.

Underneath Day's azure eyes, Ocean's nursling, Venice lies, A peopled labyrinth of walls, Amphitrite's destined halls

What! alive, and so bold, O earth?

First our pleasures die - and then our hopes, and then our fears - and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust - and we die too.

Just a tender sense of my own process, that holds something of my connection with the divine.

There is no real wealth but the labour of man. Were the mountains of gold and the valleys of silver, the world would not be one grain of corn the richer; no one comfort would be added to the human race.