It is the greatest of crimes to depress true art and science.

I give you the end of a golden string, Only wind it into a ball, It will lead you in at Heaven's gate Built in Jerusalem's wall.

Poetry, Painting & Music, the three Powers in man of conversing with Paradise, which the flood did not sweep away.

The Fool shall not enter into Heaven let him be ever so Holy.

He who makes his law a curse, by his own law shall surely die.

Then my verse I dishonor, my pictures despise, my person degrade and my temper chastise; and the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame; and my talents I bury, and dead is my fame.

Mans desires are limited by his perceptions; none can desire what he has not perceived.