The hand of Vengeance found the Bed To which the Purple Tyrant fled The iron hand crush'd the tyrant's head And became Tyrant in his stead.
Reason, or the ratio of all we have already known, is not the same that it shall be when we know more.
Everything is beautiful in its own way. Exuberance is beauty.
Man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.
Art degraded, Imagination denied.
Every thing possible to be believ'd is an image of truth.