The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage.
Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
Without Unceasing Practice nothing can be done. Practice is Art. If you leave off you are lost.
I rest not from my great task! | To open the Eternal Worlds, | to open the immortal Eyes of Man | Inwards into the Worlds of Thought; | Into eternity, ever expanding | In the Bosom of God, | The Human Imagination