Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!

Prisons are built with stones of Law. Brothels with the bricks of religion.

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod, Or Love in a golden bowl?

But when he has done this, let him not say that he knows better than his master, for he only holds a candle in sunshine.

When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend.

Nature has no outline. Imagination has.

The naked women's body is a portion of eternity too great for the eye of man.