Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity

Shame is pride's cloak

If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear as it is - infinite

The man who never in his mind and thoughts travel'd to heaven is no artist

Let man wear the fell of the lion, woman the fleece of the sheep

Beats all the lies you can invent

If a thing loves, it is infinite

Jesus was all virtue, and acted from impulse, not from rules

The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself

What is now proved was once only imagin'd