Exuberance is beauty.

I must create a system or be enslaved by another mans; I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.

The ruins of time build mansions in eternity.

The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.

What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.

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?

The person who does not believe in miracles surely makes it certain that he or she will never take part in one.