“The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.”

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.

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.