My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air, By love are driv'n away And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have.

He who sees the Infinite in all things sees God.

Does a firm persuasion that a thing is so, make it so?

Opposition is true friendship.

How can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing?

Men are admitted into heaven not because they have curbed or governed their passions, but because they have cultivate their understandings.

Everything is beautiful in its own way. Exuberance is beauty.