What Makes Poetry? A Full Heart, Brimful

Our Senses Don't Deceive Us: Our Judgment Does

The Iron Hand Of Necessity Commands, And Her Stern Decree Is Supreme Law, To Which The Gods Even Must Submit. In Deep Silence Rules The Uncounselled Sister Of Eternal Fate. Whatever She Lays Upon Thee, Endure; Perform Whatever She Commands.

Stupidity Is Without Anxiety.

I Have Heard Myself Accused Of Being An Opponent, An Enemy Of Mathematics, Which No One Can Value More Highly Than I, For It Accomplishes The Very Thing Whose Achievement Has Been Denied Me.

Religion Is Not In Want Of Art; It Rests On Its Own Majesty.