Your greatness is measured by your horizons.

Critique by creating.

From such a gentle thing, from such a fountain of all delight, my every pain is born.

As you give out, so shall you receive.

Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.

Patience is eternal genius

As when, O lady mine, With chiselled touch The stone unhewn and cold Becomes a living mould, The more the marble wastes, The more the statue grows.

With few words I shall make thee understand my soul.

Dear to me is sleep: still more, being made of stone, While pain and guilt still linger here below, Blindness and numbness--these please me alone; Then do not wake me, keep your voices low.