The true Poet is all-knowing; he is an actual world in miniature.
Not only England, but every Englishman is an island.
Many books are longer than they seem. They have indeed no end. The boredom that they cause is truly absolute and infinite.
Prayer is to religion what thinking is to philosophy. To pray is to make religion.
What delights, what pleasures does your life offer you that outweigh the raptures of death?
How do we see physically? No differently that we do in our consciousness - by means of the productive power of imagination. Consciousness is the eye and ear, the sense for inner and outer meaning.