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

God is the poetic genius in each of us.

Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.

What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a song? Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price of all the man hath, his house, his wife, his children.

Why stand we here trembling around, calling on God for help, and not ourselves, in whom God dwells?

Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.

I must create a system, or be enslav'd by another man's.