Art degraded, Imagination denied.
I see through my eyes, not with them.
Imitation is criticism.
[L]et light Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day. O radiant morning.
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.