Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.

He who feels contempt for any living thing hath faculties that he hath never used, and thought with him is in its infancy.

Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great and original, must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished.

Laying out grounds... may be considered as a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.... it is to assist Nature in moving the affections... the affections of those who have the deepest perception of the beauty of Nature.

Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.