He who has few things to desire cannot have many to fear.
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring?
Silent as despairing love, and strong as jealousy.
Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death.
If you, who are organised by Divine Providence for spiritual communion, refuse, and bury your talent in the earth, even though you should want natural bread, sorrow and desperation pursue you through life, and after death shame and confusion of face to eternity.