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.

Nothing can be more contemptible than to suppose Public Records to be true.

And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles.

Reason, or the ratio of all we have already known, is not the same that it shall be when we know more.

He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.

How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring?

The Man who never in his Mind & Thoughts travel'd to Heaven Is No Artist.