Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death.

Children of the future age Reading this indignant page Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime

The countless gold of a merry heart, The rubies and pearls of a loving eye, The indolent never can bring to the mart, Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury.

Innate ideas are in every man, born with him; they are truly himself. The man who says that we have no innate ideas must be a fool and knave, having no conscience or innate science.

There is no mistake so great as the mistake of not going on.

I myself do nothing. The Holy Spirit accomplishes all through me.

Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish.