When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree

This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not through, the eye.

In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.

One law for the lion and ox is oppression.

Auguries of innocence "The emmet's inch and eagle's mile Make lame philosophy to smile. He who doubts from what he sees Will ne'er believe, do what you please.

Every man who is not an artist is a traitor to his own nature.

The lamb misused breeds public strife And yet forgives the butcher's knife.