Look how the blue-eyed violets glance love to one another.

- Thomas Buchanan Read

The heavens are full of floating mysteries.

- Thomas Buchanan Read

My soul to-day Is far away Sailing the Vesuvian Bay.

- Thomas Buchanan Read

I hate the sin, but I love the sinner.

- Thomas Buchanan Read

Under his spurning feet, the road Like an arrowly alpine river flowed And the landscape sped away behind Like an ocean flying before the wind.

- Thomas Buchanan Read

All in their lifetime carve their own soul's statue.

- Thomas Buchanan Read