There is a Moment in each Day that Satan cannot find.
Everything that lives, lives not alone, nor for itself.
He who sees the Infinite in all things sees God. He who sees the Ratio only sees himself only.
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way.
I know that this world is a world of Imagination and Vision.
Eternity is in love with the productions of time. The busy bee has no time for sorrow. The hours of folly are measur’d by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure.
He who sees the Infinite in all things sees God. He who sees the Ratio only sees himself only. Therefore God becomes as we are, that we may be as he is.
When thought is closed in caves, then love shall show its root in deepest hell.
The busy bee has no time for sorrow. The hours of folly are measur’d by the clock, but of wisdom: no.
Never seek to tell thy love; Love that never told can be.
Terrified at Non Existence, for such they deemd the death of the body, Los his vegetable hands outstretch’d; his right hand branching out in fibrous Strength siez’d the Sun; his left hand like dark roots cover’d the Moon, and tore them down, cracking the heavens across from immense to immense.
Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
As I was walking among the fires of hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius.
He who will not bend to Love must be subdu’d by Fear.
There is a place where Contrarieties are equally true. This place is called Beulah. it is a pleasant lovely Shadow, where no dispute can come, because of those who sleep.
VI. If any could desire what he is incapable of possessing, despair must be his eternal lot.
To the eyes of a miser a guinea is more beautiful than the sun.
I cannot consider death as any thing but a removing from one room to another.
Every object that is loved forms the center of a paradise.