[L]et light Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day. O radiant morning.

Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles.

The mocker of Art is the mocker of Jesus.

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.

Christianity is art and not money. Money is its curse.

Poetry fettered fetters the human race.

The cistern contains: The fountain overflows.