In the whisper of the leaves appears an interchange of love.

The Sanskrit language, whatever be its antiquity is of wonderful structure, more perfect than the Greek, more copious than the Latin and more exquisitely refined than either.

An experiment in nature, like a text in the Bible, is capable of different interpretations, according to the preconceptions of the interpreter.

Go boldly forth, my simple lay,Whose accents flow with artless ease,Like orient pearls at random strung.

[I]n every part of this eastern world, from Pekin to Damascus, the popular teachers of moral wisdom have immemorially been poets.

The only road to the highest stations in this country is that of the law.

Live as if you already are what you wish to become.