The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
In your own bosom you bear your heaven and earth, And all you behold, though it appears without, It is within, in your imagination, Of which this world of mortality is but a shadow.
The hours of folly are measured by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure.
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
The Sick Rose O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.
Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish.
Without Unceasing Practice nothing can be done. Practice is Art. If you leave off you are lost.
To the eyes of a miser a guinea is more beautiful than the sun, and a bag worn with the use of money has more beautiful proportions than a vine filled with grapes.
Do what you will, this world’s a fiction and is made up of contradiction.
We are not meant to resolve all contradictions but to live with them and rise above them.
It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God only.
The eye altering, alters all.
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.
The foundation of empire is art and science. Remove them or degrade them, and the empire is no more. Empire follows art and not vice versa as Englishmen suppose.
I see through my eyes, not with them.
Travelers repose and dream among my leaves.
Prudence is a rich, ugly, old maid courted by incapacity.
The weak in courage is strong in cunning.
Exuberance is beauty.
Why stand we here trembling around, calling on God for help, and not ourselves, in whom God dwells?