Pay attention to minute particulars. Take care of the little ones. Generalization and abstraction are the plea of the hypocrite, scoundrel, and knave.
Active Evil is better than Passive Good.
Shame is pride's cloak.
Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.
As a man is, so he sees. As the eye is formed, such are its powers.
This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not through, the eye.
Everything to be imagined is an image of truth.
He who wants, but doesn't act, is a pest.
The naked women's body is a portion of eternity too great for the eye of man.
One law for the lion and ox is oppression.
The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow
The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.
The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: the bad artist seems to copy a great deal; the good one really does.
Life delights in life.
He who makes his law a curse, by his own law shall surely die.
The fox condemns the trap, not himself.
I am more famed in Heaven for my works than I could well conceive. In my brain are studies & chambers filled with books & pictures of old, which I wrote and painted in ages of Eternity before my mortal life; and whose works are the delight & study of Archangels. Why, then, should I be anxious about the riches or fame of mortality?
Execution is the chariot of genius.
I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door; So I turn'd to the Garden of Love, That so many sweet flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves, And tomb-stones where flowers should be: And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires.
It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted.
The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white.
One Power alone makes a Poet: Imagination. The Divine Vision.
The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest.
If a thing loves, it is infinite.
Mercy, pity, and peace, Are the world's release.
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