I am more famed in Heaven for my works than I could well conceive. In my brain are studies & chambers filled with books & pictures of old, which I wrote and painted in ages of Eternity before my mortal life; and whose works are the delight & study of Archangels. Why, then, should I be anxious about the riches or fame of mortality?

He who wants, but doesn't act, is a pest.

Mercy, pity, and peace, Are the world's release.

Nature in darkness groans and men are bound to sullen contemplation in the night: restless they turn on beds of sorrow; in their inmost brain feeling the crushing wheels, they rise, they write the bitter words of stern philosophy and knead the bread of knowledge with tears and groans.

Truth can never be told so as to be understood and not be believed.

Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.

Poetry, Painting & Music, the three Powers in man of conversing with Paradise, which the flood did not sweep away.