Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.
One Power alone makes a Poet: Imagination. The Divine Vision.
Where mercy, love, and pity dwell, there God is dwelling too.
What has reason to do with the art of painting?
If others had not been foolish, we should be so.
The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity, too great for the eye of man.