To the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.
Prisons are built with stones of Law. Brothels with the bricks of religion.
Every harlot was a virgin once.
Every man who is not an artist is a traitor to his own nature.
When the stars threw down their spears, and watered heaven with their tears, did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
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.