“When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree”

My mother groaned, my father wept,i nto the dangerous world I leapt.

Mercy is the golden chain by which society is bound together.

If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is – infinite.

I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man’s. I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.

He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars; General Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite and flatterer: For Art and Science cannot exist but in minutely organized Particulars.

How can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing?

Eternity is in love with the productions of time.

For every thing that lives is Holy.

You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.

Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid courted by incapacity.

The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.

In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.

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.

You don’t need him. Bloom baby, bloom.

It’s in the wilderness where the most rooted trees grow.

You pull me from my roots and dry me out but with these tears, I bloom again.

My flower’s roots glue me down among the wet soil in which the thunder has stunned my growth. Maybe I’ve already grown through the storms and the sun is delayed in its rising.

And darling, you’re safe here where these walls only want to watch you grow.

Fuller and more resilient for the next season.

And so she left, whereas then, she realized that just because she was planted here, does not mean here is where she has to grow.

And all I wish is that your happiness would reach beneath the surface of your skin, grow deep roots, and bloom.