The human mind cannot go beyond the gift of God, the Holy Ghost. To suppose that art can go beyond the finest specimens of art that are now in the world is not knowing what art is; it is being blind to the gifts of the spirit.

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.

And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love')

Bring me my bow of burning gold: Bring me my arrows of desire: Bring me my spear: O clouds, unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire.

Gratitude, in itself, is heaven.

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

I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love.