Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish.
Some will say, Is not God alone the Prolific? I answer, God only Acts & Is, in existing beings or Men.
I will not cease from mental fight Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand.
Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache: do be my enemy for friendship's sake.
To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wildflower.
Nature has no outline. Imagination has.