“Everything to be imagined is an image of truth.”

When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend

The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white.

A man can’t soar too high, when he flies with his own wings.

Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.

If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they’d immediately go out.

I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and insanity.

The fool who persists in his folly will become wise.

Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.

He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity’s sunrise.

Everything possible to be believed is an image of truth.

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.

The moon, like a flower in heaven’s high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.

Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache: do be my enemy for friendship’s sake.

The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself.

The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow

Fiery the Angels rose, & as they rose deep thunder roll’d Around their shores, indignant burning with the fires of Orc.

It is much easier to imagine ourselves in the place of God the Creator than in the place of Christ crucified.

These visions which I saw were not in sleep nor in dreams, nor in my imagination nor by bodily eyes or outward ears nor in a hidden place; but in watching, aware with the pure eyes of the mind and inner ear of the heart.

What if God’s ‘NO,’ is really a gift? His way to protect us from what we cannot see, provide something better than we can imagine, or be part of the process of growing us closer to Him.

He will provide the way and the means, such as you could never have imagined. Leave it all to Him, let go of yourself, lose yourself on the Cross, and you will find yourself entirely.

We cannot idealize technology. Technology is only and always the reflection of our own imagination, and its uses must be conditioned by our own values. Technology can help cure diseases, but we can prevent a lot of diseases by old-fashioned changes in behavior.

I also am other than what I imagine myself to be. To know this is forgiveness.

Experiment is the only means of knowledge at our disposal. Everything else is poetry, imagination.

Literature is where I go to explore the highest and lowest places in human society and in the human spirit, where I hope to find not absolute truth but the truth of the tale, of the imagination and of the heart.