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

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.

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.