Some say that happiness is not good for mortals, & they ought to be answered that sorrow is not fit for immortals & is utterly useless to any one; a blight never does good to a tree, & if a blight kill not a tree but it still bear fruit, let none say that the fruit was in consequence of the blight.

Celebrate your existence!

Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.

What is now proved was once only imagined.

Silent as despairing love, and strong as jealousy.

Without contraries there is no progression.

I see through my eyes, not with them.