O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe; And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruit and flowers.

I am going to that country which I have all my life wished to see.

The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity, too great for the eye of man.

Love is weak when there is more doubt than there is trust, but love is most strong when you learn to trust even with all the doubts. If a thing loves, it is infinite.

It is the greatest of crimes to depress true art and science.

Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.

The person who does not believe in miracles surely makes it certain that he or she will never take part in one.