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

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.

Mercy is the golden chain by which society is bound together.

O thou who passest through our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft pitchest here thy golden tent, and oft Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.

Every man who is not an artist is a traitor to his own nature.

Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.

The world of imagination is the world of eternity. It is the divine bosom into which we shall all go after the death of the vegetated [i.e. mortal] body. This world of imagination is infinite and eternal, whereas the world of generation is finite and temporal. There exist in that eternal world the eternal realities of everything which we see reflected in this vegetable glass of nature.