To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wildflower.

Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!

Nature in darkness groans and men are bound to sullen contemplation in the night: restless they turn on beds of sorrow; in their inmost brain feeling the crushing wheels, they rise, they write the bitter words of stern philosophy and knead the bread of knowledge with tears and groans.

He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.

The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself.

Both read the Bible day and night, but thou read black where I read white.

He who replies to words of doubt doth put the light of knowledge out.