Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody poor. Mercy no more could be, If all were happy as we.
Everything to be imagined is an image of truth.
Mere enthusiasm is the all in all.
'Come hither, my boy, tell me what thou seest there?' 'A fool tangled in a religious snare.'
The Old and New Testaments are the Great Code of Art.
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand.