Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.
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 who has most of heart knows most of sorrow.
The worst way to improve the world is to condemn it.
Where doubt there truth is - 'tis her shadow.
Love is the art of hearts, and heart or arts.