Commerce is so far from being beneficial to arts, or to empire, that it is destructive of both, as all their history shows, for the above reason of individual merit being its great hatred. Empires flourish till they become commercial, and then they are scattered abroad to the four winds.

The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.

There is a place where Contrarieties are equally True.

[L]et light Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day. O radiant morning.

Man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.

Nature has no outline. Imagination has.

If you would help another man, you must do so in minute particulars.