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

He who does not imagine in stronger and better lineaments, and in stronger and better light than his perishing and mortal eye can see, does not imagine at all.

Truth can never be told so as to be understood and not be believed.

Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish.

Wisdom is sold in a desolate marketplace where none can come to buy.

The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.

General knowledges are those knowledges that idiots possess.