To the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.
To create a little flower is the labour of ages.
A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.
If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they'd immediately go out.
Without contraries there is no progression.
Little fly, thy summer's play My thoughtless hand has brushed away. Am not I a fly like thee? Or art not thou a man like me? For I dance and drink and sing, Till some blind hand shall brush my wing!