There is no mistake so great as the mistake of not going on.

A dog starved at his master's gate Predicts the ruin of the state.

I must create a system or be enslaved by another mans; I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.

But when he has done this, let him not say that he knows better than his master, for he only holds a candle in sunshine.

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.

Nature has no outline. Imagination has.

Mercy, pity, and peace, Are the world's release.