Prudence is a rich, ugly, old maid courted by incapacity.

Travelers repose and dream among my leaves.

I am under the direction of messengers from Heaven daily and nightly.

This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not through, the eye.

As a man is, so he sees. As the eye is formed, such are its powers.

The human mind cannot go beyond the gift of God, the Holy Ghost. To suppose that art can go beyond the finest specimens of art that are now in the world is not knowing what art is; it is being blind to the gifts of the spirit.

General good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocite, flatterer.