Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Time's swiftness Which is the swiftest of all things, all were eternal torment.

For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.

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.

To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wildflower.

Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.

God is the poetic genius in each of us.

The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white.