He who has most of heart knows most of sorrow.

Who can mistake great thoughts? They seize upon the mind; arrest and search, And shake it; bow the tall soul as by wind; Rush over it like a river reeds.

He is a fool who is not for love and beauty. I speak unto the young, for I am of them and always shall be.

I cannot be content with less than heaven.

Simplicity is natures first step, and the last of art.

The hero is the world-man, in whose heart One passion stands for all, the most indulged.

He who has most of heart knows most of sorrow.