-
Christianity is art and not money. Money is its curse.
-
Travelers repose and dream among my leaves.
-
Rome & Greece swept Art into their maw & destroy'd it; a Warlike State never can produce Art. It will Rob & Plunder & accumulate into one place, & Translate & Copy & Buy & Sell & Criticize, but not Make.
-
Each man must create his own system or else he is a slave to another mans.
-
For the Eye altering alters all; The Senses roll themselves in fear And the flat Earth becomes a Ball.
-
Mercy, Pity, Peace Is the world's release.
-
God and His Priest and King,...make up a heaven of our misery.
-
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love')
-
God keep me from the divinity of Yes and Nothe Yea Nay Creeping Jesus, from supposing Up and Down to be the same thing as allexperimentalists must suppose.
-
What has reason to do with the art of painting?
-
Drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead.
-
Colouring does not depend on where the colours are put, but on where the lights and darks are put, and all depends on form and outline, on where that is put.
-
To me this world is all one continued vision of fancy or imagination, and I feel flattered when I am told so. What is it sets Homer, Virgil and Milton in so high a rank of art? Why is the Bible more entertaining and instructive than any other book? Is it not because they are addressed to the imagination, which is spiritual sensation, and but immediately to the understanding or reason?
-
The world of imagination is the world of eternity. It is the divine bosom into which we shall all go after death of the vegetative body.
-
He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then, laughing, sports and plays with me; Then stretches out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty.
-
Opposition is true friendship.
-
The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest.
-
For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength and breath And the want Of thought is death Then am I A happy fly If I live Or if I die.
-
He who shall teach the child to doubt The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
-
Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody poor. Mercy no more could be, If all were happy as we.
-
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
-
Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.
-
All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage.
-
I have mental joys and mental health, Mental friends and mental wealth, I've a wife that I love and that loves me; I've all but riches bodily.