The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or Geniuses, calling them by the names and adorning them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged & numerous senses could perceive.

To generalize is to be an idiot.

Ah, sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done; Where the youth pined away with desire And the pale virgin shrouded in snow Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my sunflower wishes to go.

What is it men in women do require: The lineaments of gratified desire. What is it women do in men require: The lineaments of gratified desire.

To create a little flower is the labour of ages.

Active Evil is better than Passive Good.

The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white.