For every thing that lives is Holy.
Ah Sun-flower! weary of time,Who countest the steps of the Sun:Seeking after that sweet golden climeWhere the traveller's journey is done. Where the Youth pined away with desire,And the pale Virgin sh...
A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.
When nations grow old the Arts grow coldAnd commerce settles on every tree
Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.
It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God only.
Los Sexos nacidos del Orgullo y la Vergüenzaflorecieron en la mañana y en la noche murieron;
Answer this to yourselves, & expel from among you those who pretend to despise the labours of Art & Science, which alone are the labours of the Gospel: Is not this plain & manifest to the thought? Can...
A dead body revenges not injuries.
I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love.
No bird soars too high if he soars on his own wings.
The cut worm forgives the plow.
What is a wife and what is a harlot? What is a church and what is a theatre? are they two and not one? Can they exist separate? Are not religion and politics the same thing? Brotherhood is religion. O...
The Prophets Isaiah and Ezekiel dined with me, and I asked them how they dared so roundly to assert, that God spoke to them; and whether they did not think at the time, that they would be misunderstoo...
Sooner strangle an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.
La Eternidad está enamorada de las obras del tiempo.
It is right it should be so:Man was made for joy and woe;
I know of no other Christianity and of no other Gospel than the liberty both of body & mind to exercise the Divine Arts of ImaginationImagination the real & eternal World of which this Vegetable Unive...
I have no nameI am but two days old.-What shall I call thee?I happy amJoy is my name,-Sweet joy befell thee!Pretty joy!Sweet joy but two days old.Sweet joy I call thee:Thou dost smile.I sing the while...
A truth that's told with bad intentBeats all the lies you can invent.