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More! More! is the cry of a mistaken soul.
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How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way, Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five?
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The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
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Knowledge of ideal beauty is not to be acquired. It is born with us. Innate ideas are in every man, born with him; theyare truly himself.
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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.
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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.
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Since all the riches of this world May be gifts from the Devil and earthly kings, I should suspect that I worshipp'd the Devil If I thank'd my God for worldly things.
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Great things are done when men and mountains meet.
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Lo! now the direful monster, whose skin clings To his strong bones, strides o'er the groaning rocks: He withers all in silence, and his hand Unclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life.
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Art can never exist without naked beauty displayed.
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I must create a system, or be enslav'd by another man's.
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Gratitude is heaven itself.
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I love hanging and drawing and quartering Every bit as well as war and slaughtering.
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Death is terrible, tho' borne on angels' wings!
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Every mortal loss is an immortal gain.
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The Man who never in his Mind & Thoughts travel'd to Heaven Is No Artist.
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The ruins of time build mansions in eternity.
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Gratitude is heaven itself; there could be no heaven without gratitude.
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Where there is money there is no art.
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The world of imagination is the world of eternity. It is the divine bosom into which we shall all go after the death of the vegetated [i.e. mortal] body. This world of imagination is infinite and eternal, whereas the world of generation is finite and temporal. There exist in that eternal world the eternal realities of everything which we see reflected in this vegetable glass of nature.