Call the world if you please "the vale of soul-making." Then you will find out the use of the world.

It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.

Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.

A man's life of any worth is a continual allegory, and very few eyes can see the mystery of his life, a life like the scriptures, figurative.

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart’s affections and the truth of the Imagination – What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth – whether it existed before or not – for I have the same Idea of all our Passions as of Love they are all in their sublime, creative of essential Beauty . . .

That which is creative must create itself.

The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.