What seems to be, is, to those to whom it seems to be, and is productive of the most dreadful consequences to those to whom it seems to be, even of torments, despair, eternal death.

Does a firm persuasion that a thing is so, make it so?

He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity's sunrise.

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

The nakedness of woman is the work of God.

Work up imagination to the state of vision.

The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.