'Come hither, my boy, tell me what thou seest there?' 'A fool tangled in a religious snare.'

One Power alone makes a Poet: Imagination. The Divine Vision.

Why stand we here trembling around, calling on God for help, and not ourselves, in whom God dwells?

Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

The pride of the peacock is the glory of God. The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. The nakedness of woman is the work of God.

Down the winding cavern we groped our tedious way, till a void boundless as the nether sky appeared beneath us, and we held by the roots of trees and hung over this immensity; but I said: if you please we will commit ourselves to this void and see whether providence is here also.