I have conversed with the spiritual Sun. I saw him on Primrose Hill

Imitation is criticism.

First thought is best in Art, second in other matters.

And is he honest who resists his genius or conscience only for the sake of present ease or gratification

Shame is pride's cloak.

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.

Everything is beautiful in its own way. Exuberance is beauty.