Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.

Come away, O human child: To the waters and the wild with a fairy, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

I think you can leave the arts, superior or inferior, to the conscience of mankind.

Everything we look upon is blest.

Once you attempt legislation upon religious grounds, you open the way for every kind of intolerance and religious persecution.

Everything that's lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.

The soul of man is of the imperishable substance of the stars!