Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine, A fellowship with essence; till we shine, Full alchemizโd, and free of space. Behold The clear religion of heaven!
I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms seen.
A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world.
Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes.