He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity's sunrise.

I turn my eyes to the schools & universities of Europe And there behold the loom of Locke whose woof rages dire, Washed by the water-wheels of Newton. Black the cloth In heavy wreaths folds over every nation; cruel works Of many wheels I view, wheel without wheel, with cogs tyrannic Moving by compulsion each other: not as those in Eden, which Wheel within wheel in freedom revolve, in harmony & peace.

What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a song? Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price of all the man hath, his house, his wife, his children.

And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love')

The world of imagination is the world of eternity. It is the divine bosom into which we shall all go after death of the vegetative body.

When I tell the truth, it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those that do.

Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Time's swiftness Which is the swiftest of all things, all were eternal torment.