How sweet I roamed from field to field, and tasted all the summer's pride.

Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.

Both read the Bible day and night, but thou read black where I read white.

The glory of Christianity is to conquer by forgiveness.

He who loves his enemies betrays his friends; this surely is not what Jesus meant.

Every object that is loved forms the center of a paradise.

Nature has no outline. Imagination has.

God appears, and God is Light, to those poor souls who dwell in Night; but does a Human Form display to those who dwell in realms of Day.

Enthusiastic Admiration is the first Principle of Knowledge and its last.

Every tear from every eyeBecomes a babe in eternity.

Now hear a plain fact: Swedenborg has not written one new truth. Now hear another: he has written all the old falsehoods.

How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoyed in you! The languid strings do scarcely move! The sound is forced, the notes are few!

In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between them, there are doors.

Art is the Tree of Life, Science is the Tree of Death.

And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love.

Fun I love, but too much fun is of all things the most loathsome. Mirth is better than fun, and happiness is better than mirth.

Invention depends altogether upon execution or organization; as that is right or wrong so is the invention perfect or imperfect.

Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death.

Does a firm persuasion that a thing is so, make it so?

The most sublime act is to set another before you.