Nothing is real beyond imaginative patterns men make of reality.
Dip him in the river who loves water.
The world of imagination is the world of eternity. It is the divine bosom into which we shall all go after death of the vegetative body.
None but blockheads copy each other.
To cast aside from Poetry, all that is not Inspiration
The Angel that presided o'er my birth Said, 'Little creature, formed of joy and mirth, Go love without the help of any thing on earth'.