Not He Who Scorns The Saviour's Yoke

Appearance Should Never Attain Reality, And If Nature Conquers, Then Must Art Retire.

Historians Are Prophets With Their Face Turned Backward.

While The Womanly God Demands Our Veneration, The Godlike Woman Kindles Our Love; But While We Allow Ourselves To Melt In The Celestial Loveliness, The Celestial Self-sufficiency Holds Us Back In Awe.

O Tender Yearning, Sweet Hoping! The Golden Time Of First Love! The Eye Sees The Open Heaven, The Heart Is Intoxicated With Bliss; O That The Beautiful Time Of Young Love Could Remain Green Forever.

Friends Show Me What I Can Do, Foes Teach Me What I Should Do.