Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody poor. Mercy no more could be, If all were happy as we.

The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself.

I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love.

The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.

O Earth, O Earth, return! Arise from out the dewy grass; Night is worn; And the morn Rises from the slumbrous mass.

Gratitude, in itself, is heaven.

I must create a system, or be enslav'd by another man's.