Travelers repose and dream among my leaves.

When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend.

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

To cast aside from Poetry, all that is not Inspiration

The Whole Business of Man is The Arts, & All Things Common.

If you cannot imagine with the mind's eye much more than you can see with the mortal eye, you have a very poor imagination indeed.

For everything exists and not one sigh nor smile nor tear, one hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away.