And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love')
My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt.
Nature has no outline. Imagination has.
You've always had the power right there in your shoes, you just had to learn it for yourself.
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
Without minute neatness of execution, the sublime cannot exist! Grandeur of ideas is founded on precision of ideas.