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The reason Milton wrote in fetters when he wrote of Angels and God, and at liberty when of Devils and Hell, is because he was a true poet and of the Devil's party without knowing it.
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He who shall teach the child to doubt The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
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What has reasoning to do with painting?
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Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.
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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.
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Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish.
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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.
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The person who does not believe in miracles surely makes it certain that he or she will never take part in one.
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If you have formed a circle to go into,Go into it yourself and see how you would do.
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Acts themselves alone are history, and these are neither the exclusive property of Hume, Gibbon nor Voltaire, Echard, Rapin, Plutarch, nor Herodotus. Tell me the Acts, O historian, and leave me to reason upon them as I please; away with your reasoning and your rubbish. All that is not action is not worth reading.
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O why was I born with a different face? Why was I not born like the rest of my race?
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The world of imagination is the world of eternity.
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He who makes his law a curse, by his own law shall surely die.
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Some will say, Is not God alone the Prolific? I answer, God only Acts & Is, in existing beings or Men.
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When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend.
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All the destruction in Christian Europe has arisen from deism, which is natural religion.
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I will not cease from mental fight Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand.
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Prepare your hearts for Death's cold hand! prepare Your souls for flight, your bodies for the earth; Prepare your arms for glorious victory; Prepare your eyes to meet a holy God! Prepare, prepare!
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Celebrate your existence!
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Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken twine.
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Imitation is criticism.
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The Woman that does not love your Frowns Will never embrace your smiles.
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I would advise young artists to paint as they can, as long as they can, without being afraid of painting badly.
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Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty !