Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.
Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were
If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.
This only is charity, to do all, all that we can.
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.