As I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and insanity, I collected some of their Proverbs.

Then the Parson might preach, & drink, & sing, And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring; And modest dame Lurch, who is always at Church, Would not have bandy children, nor fasting, nor birch.

We are not meant to resolve all contradictions but to live with them and rise above them.

The fox condemns the trap, not himself.

For everything that lives is holy, life delights in life.

To some people a tree is something so incredibly beautiful that it brings tears to the eyes. To others it is just a green thing that stands in the way.

And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every Child may joy to hear.