I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love.
The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest.
God is the poetic genius in each of us.
Nothing is real beyond imaginative patterns men make of reality.
The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.
Poetry, Painting & Music, the three Powers in man of conversing with Paradise, which the flood did not sweep away.