Christ's crucifix shall be made an excuse for executing criminals.

The hours of folly are measured by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure.

Celebrate your existence!

To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wildflower.

Ah, sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done; Where the youth pined away with desire And the pale virgin shrouded in snow Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my sunflower wishes to go.

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.

To the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.