Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

For everything exists and not one sigh nor smile nor tear, one hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away.

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

Those who restrain their desires, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.

Imitation is criticism.

Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.

The world of imagination is the world of eternity.