I see through my eyes, not with them.

The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white.

I must create a system or be enslaved by another mans; I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.

Men are admitted into heaven not because they have curbed and governed their passions or have no passions, but because they have cultivated their understandings. The treasures of heaven are not negations of passion, but realities of intellect, from which all the passions emanate uncurbed in their eternal glory.

God and His Priest and King,...make up a heaven of our misery.

England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death And close her from thy ancient walls?

Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death.