The pure soul shall mount on native wings, . . . and cut a path into the heaven of glory.
Shame is pride's cloak.
As I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and insanity, I collected some of their Proverbs.
The Goddess Fortune is the devil's servant, ready to kiss any one's ass.
We are here to learn to endure the beams of love
Then my verse I dishonor, my pictures despise, my person degrade and my temper chastise; and the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame; and my talents I bury, and dead is my fame.