Above the clouds I lift my wing To hear the bells of Heaven ring; Some of their music, though my fights be wild, To Earth I bring; Then let me soar and sing!

Faith and joy are the ascensive forces of song.

A critic must accept what is best in a poet, and thus become his best encourager.

Men are egotists, and not all tolerant of one man's selfhood; they do not always deem the amities elective.

Poetry is an art, and chief of the fine art; the easiest to dabble in, the hardest in which to reach true excellence.

Worth, courage, honor, these indeed Your sustenance and birthright are.

Music waves eternal wands,-- Enchantress of the souls of mortals!

Fashion is a potency in art, making it hard to judge between the temporary and the lasting.

But every human path leads on to God; He holds a myriad finer threads than gold, And strong as holy wishes, drawing us With delicate tension upward to Himself.

Genius does not need a special language; it uses newly whatever tongue it finds.

Yes, there's a luck in most things; and in none more than being born at the right time.

Wisdom is in silence.

When are you going to marry her? “As soon as I can find a preacher willing to perform a ceremony with a handcuffed and gagged bride, ” Zach replied grimly.

It is far easier to write an angry letter than to go and say angry things to another person - because as soon as we look in one another's faces we can see the other point of view.

Let us not mock God with metaphor, Analogy, sidestepping, transcendence; Making of the event a parable, a sign painted in the Faded credulity of earlier ages: Let us walk through the door.

Aliens might be surprised to learn that in a cosmos with limitless starlight, humans kill for energy sources buried in the sand

In times when nothing stood but worsened, or grew strange, there was one constant good: she did not change.

I never get any protests from children. All you get are giggles of mirth and squirms of delight. I know what children like.

A doctor’s door should never be closed, a priest's door should always be open.

O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that I have bad dreams.

You cannot make gross sins look clear: To revenge is no valour, but to bear.