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

General good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocite, flatterer.

Poetry fettered fetters the human race.

Without minute neatness of execution, the sublime cannot exist! Grandeur of ideas is founded on precision of ideas.

He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.

I must create a system, or be enslav'd by another man's.

I heard an Angel singing; When the day was springing, Mercy, Pity, Peace; Is the world's release.