Children of the future age Reading this indignant page Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime

I will not cease from mental fight Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand.

Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb." So I piped with merry cheer; "Piper, pipe that song again." So I piped; he wept to hear.

To the eyes of a miser a guinea is more beautiful than the sun, and a bag worn with the use of money has more beautiful proportions than a vine filled with grapes.

'Come hither, my boy, tell me what thou seest there?' 'A fool tangled in a religious snare.'

For everything that lives is holy, life delights in life.

The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself.