The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: the bad artist seems to copy a great deal; the good one really does.
Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you.
Without contraries is no progression. Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence.
That the Jews assumed a right exclusively to the benefits of God will be a lasting witness against them and the same will it be against Christians.
The man who never in his mind and thoughts travel'd to heaven is no artist.
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.
He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars: general Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite, and flatterer, for Art and Science cannot exist but in minutely organized Particulars.
Art can never exist without naked beauty displayed.
Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death.
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.
Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.
Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
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.
Travelers repose and dream among my leaves.
I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love.
The eye altering, alters all.
Want of money and the distress of a thief can never be alleged as the cause of his thieving, for many honest people endure greater hardships with fortitude. We must therefore seek the cause elsewhere than in want of money, for that is the miser's passion, not the thief s.
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.
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.
Man has no Body distinct from his Soul; for that called Body is a portion of Soul discerned by the five Senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age.