He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
You smile with pomp and rigor, you talk of benevolence and virtue; I act with benevolence and virtue and get murdered time after time.
How can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing?
He who sees the Infinite in all things sees God.
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
Where mercy, love, and pity dwell, there God is dwelling too.