Bring me my bow of burning gold: Bring me my arrows of desire: Bring me my spear: O clouds, unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire.
Poetry, Painting & Music, the three Powers in man of conversing with Paradise, which the flood did not sweep away.
He who loves his enemies betrays his friends; this surely is not what Jesus meant.
The hours of folly are measured by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure.
He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.
To the eyes of a miser a guinea is more beautiful than the sun, and a bag worn with the use of money has more beautiful proportions than a vine filled with grapes.