God secludes Himself; but the thinker listens at the door.
Diamonds are to be found only in the darkness of the earth, and truth in the darkness of the mind.
The heart becomes heroic through passion. It is no longer composed of anything but what is pure; it no longer rests upon anything but what is elevated and great.
Progress is the stride of God.
The ode lives upon the ideal, the epic upon the grandiose, the drama upon the real.
Night and the day, when united, Bring forth the beautiful light.