The person who does not believe in miracles surely makes it certain that he or she will never take part in one.

What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.

For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.

Love seeketh only self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys in another's loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.

Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache: do be my enemy for friendship's sake.

thus men forgot that all deities reside in the human breast.

I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door; So I turn'd to the Garden of Love, That so many sweet flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves, And tomb-stones where flowers should be: And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires.