Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.

Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.

Since the French Revolution Englishmen are all intermeasurable one by another, certainly a happy state of agreement to which I forone do not agree.

Rome & Greece swept Art into their maw & destroy'd it; a Warlike State never can produce Art. It will Rob & Plunder & accumulate into one place, & Translate & Copy & Buy & Sell & Criticize, but not Make.

A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage.

Heaven is in a grain of sand.

Christianity is art and not money. Money is its curse.