Eternity is in love with the productions of time.

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

This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not through, the eye.

Wisdom is sold in a desolate marketplace where none can come to buy.

Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.

I will not cease from mental fight Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand.

Great things are done when men and mountains meet.