We are all Greeks. Our laws, our literature, our religion, our arts, have their root in Greece.

The soul's joy lies in doing.

Revenge is the naked idol of the worship of a semi-barbarous age.

Concerning God, freewill and destiny: Of all that earth has been or yet may be, all that vain men imagine or believe, or hope can paint or suffering may achieve, we descanted.

Sometimes it's better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

Sing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are one.

One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it.