Do what you will this life's a fiction, And is made up of contradiction.

The Old and New Testaments are the Great Code of Art.

I turn my eyes to the schools & universities of Europe And there behold the loom of Locke whose woof rages dire, Washed by the water-wheels of Newton. Black the cloth In heavy wreaths folds over every nation; cruel works Of many wheels I view, wheel without wheel, with cogs tyrannic Moving by compulsion each other: not as those in Eden, which Wheel within wheel in freedom revolve, in harmony & peace.

The ignorant Insults of Individuals will not hinder me from doing my duty to my Art

When thou seest an eagle, thou seest a portion of genius; lift up thy head!

Rome & Greece swept Art into their maw & destroy'd it; a Warlike State never can produce Art. It will Rob & Plunder & accumulate into one place, & Translate & Copy & Buy & Sell & Criticize, but not Make.

The world of imagination is the world of eternity.