To create a little flower is the labour of ages.
I thought Love lived in the hot sunshine, But O, he lives in the moony light! I thought to find Love in the heat of day, But sweet Love is the comforter of night.
Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish.
To the eyes of a miser a guinea is more beautiful than the sun, and a bag worn with the use of money has more beautiful proportions than a vine filled with grapes.
Truth can never be told so as to be understood and not be believed.
You throw the sand against the wind and the wind blows it back again.
When the stars threw down their spears, and watered heaven with their tears, did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Nature in darkness groans and men are bound to sullen contemplation in the night: restless they turn on beds of sorrow; in their inmost brain feeling the crushing wheels, they rise, they write the bitter words of stern philosophy and knead the bread of knowledge with tears and groans.
There can be no Good Will. Will is always Evil; it is persecution to others or selfishness.
Silent as despairing love, and strong as jealousy.
Energy is an eternal delight.
Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?
Sooner strangle an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.
The Sick Rose O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.
Abstinence sows sand all over The ruddy limbs and flaming hair, But desire gratified Plants fruits of life and beauty there.
The cut worm forgives the plow.
First thought is best in Art, second in other matters.
The cistern contains: The fountain overflows.
The human mind cannot go beyond the gift of God, the Holy Ghost. To suppose that art can go beyond the finest specimens of art that are now in the world is not knowing what art is; it is being blind to the gifts of the spirit.
Every thing possible to be believ'd is an image of truth.
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thru chinks of his cavern.
What is a wife and what is a harlot? What is a church and what is a theatre? are they two and not one? Can they exist separate? Are not religion and politics the same thing? Brotherhood is religion. O demonstrations of reason dividing families in cruelty and pride!
Invention depends altogether upon execution or organization; as that is right or wrong so is the invention perfect or imperfect.
Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves the feet of angels bright; unseen they pour blessing, and joy without ceasing, on each bud and blossom, and each sleeping bosom.
For the Eye altering alters all; The Senses roll themselves in fear And the flat Earth becomes a Ball.
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