But when he has done this, let him not say that he knows better than his master, for he only holds a candle in sunshine.

For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.

The naked women's body is a portion of eternity too great for the eye of man.

O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark, Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs, Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.

Without Unceasing Practice nothing can be done. Practice is Art. If you leave off you are lost.

The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.

When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree