Whence had they come The hand and lash that beat down frigid Rome? What sacred drama through her body heaved When world-transforming Charlemagne was conceived?

We had fed the heart on fantasies, The heart's grown brutal from the fare, More substance in our enmities Than in our love

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

The light of lights looks always on the motive, not the deed, the shadow of shadows on the deed alone.

The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves The brilliant moon and all the milky sky And all that famous harmony of leaves Had blotted out man's image and his cry.

True love is a discipline in which each divines the secret self of the other and refuses to believe in the mere daily self.

The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.