How sweet I roamed from field to field, And tasted all the summer's pride, Till I the prince of love beheld, Who in the sunny beams did glide!

Where others see but the dawn coming over the hill, I see the soul of God shouting for joy.

We are not meant to resolve all contradictions but to live with them and rise above them.

Each man is haunted until his humanity awakens.

And is he honest who resists his genius or conscience only for the sake of present ease or gratification

The pride of the peacock is the glory of God. The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. The nakedness of woman is the work of God.

He who pretends to be either painter or engraver without being a master of drawing is an imposter.