“Exuberance is beauty.”

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.

Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.

I will not reason and compare my business is to create.

We are here to learn to endure the beams of love.

What is now proved was once only imagined.

Thus men forgot that all deities reside in the human breast.

Opposition is true Friendship.

The lamb misused breeds public strife And yet forgives the butcher’s knife.

A good local pub has much in common with a church, except that a pub is warmer, and there’s more conversation.

If you want to honor me, give some young boy or girl who’s coming along trying to create arts and write and compose and sing and act and paint and dance and make something out of the beauties of the Negro race-give that child some help.

Where youthful beauty is unconscious, mature beauty is knowing and sophisticated.

The audience’s reactions are more important: if people believe in the love story, it’s because they love how we’ve acted. That’s the most beautiful award. It’s very important for me, people appreciating what I do.

O innocence, how glorious and happy a portion art thou to the breast that possesses thee! thou fearest neither the eyes nor the tongues of men. Truth, the most powerful of all things, is thy strongest friend; and the brighter the light is in which thou art displayed, the more it discovers thy transcendent beauties.

I think life is perverse. It can be beautiful, but it won’t.

Books -where if people suffered, they suffered in beautiful language, not in monosyllables.

Behind every beautiful thing, there’s some kind of pain.

Beauty lay not in the thing, but in what the thing symbolized.