No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.

For all eternity, I forgive you and you forgive me.

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

I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.

Where mercy, love, and pity dwell, there God is dwelling too.

Bring me my bow of burning gold: Bring me my arrows of desire: Bring me my spear: O clouds, unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire.

Poetry fettered fetters the human race.