[Mathematics] is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.

The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.

Oh, blank confusion! true epitome Of what the mighty City is herself, To thousands upon thousands of her sons, Living amid the same perpetual whirl Of trivial objects, melted and reduced To one identity.

Before us lay a painful road, And guidance have I sought in duteous love From Wisdom's heavenly Father. Hence hath flowed Patience, with trust that, whatsoe'er the way Each takes in this high matter, all may move Cheered with the prospect of a brighter day.

Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.

Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.

The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an angel's wing.