The voice of honest indignation is the voice of God.
Where others see but the dawn coming over the hill, I see the soul of God shouting for joy.
Shame is pride's cloak.
Work up imagination to the state of vision.
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love')
What seems to be, is, to those to whom it seems to be, and is productive of the most dreadful consequences to those to whom it seems to be, even of torments, despair, eternal death.