An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches with spire steeples which point as with a silent finger to the sky and stars.

You do not believe, you only believe that you believe.

He went like one that hath been stunn'd, And is of sense forlorn: A sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow morn.

When a man mistakes his thoughts for persons and things, he is mad.

The poet is the man made to solve the riddle of the universe who brings the whole soul of man into activity.

Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze - On me alone it blew.

It is a gentle and affectionate thought, that in immeasurable height above us, at our first birth, the wreath of love was woven with sparkling stars for flowers.