No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.
In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between them, there are doors.
It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.
I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and insanity.
Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart, Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears...
Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.
For Mercy has a human heart;Pity, a human face;And Love, the human form divine:And Peace the human dress.Songs of InnocenceCruelty has a human heartAnd jealousy a human face,Terror the human form divi...
Dip him in the river who loves water.
General good is the plea of the scoundrel hypocite flatterer.
Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death.
He who binds to himself a joyDoes the winged life destroy;
The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity, too great for the eye of man.
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.
Fun I love, but too much fun is of all things the most loathsome. Mirth is better than fun, and happiness is better than mirth.
Pluck thou my flower, Oothoon the mild; Another flower shall spring, because the soul of sweet delight Can never pass away.
Little FlyThy summers play,My thoughtless handHas brush'd away.Am not IA fly like thee?Or art not thouA man like me?For I dance And drink & sing: Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought i...
Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.
Hear the voice of the Bard!Who Present, Past, & Future sees Whose ears have heard, The Holy Word, That walk'd among the ancient trees. Calling the lapsed Soul And weeping in the evening dew: That migh...