No Bird Soars Too High

To The Eyes Of A Miser A Guinea Is More Beautiful Than The Sun, And A Bag Worn With The Use Of Money Has More Beautiful Proportions Than A Vine Filled With Grapes.

One Power Alone Makes A Poet: Imagination. The Divine Vision.

I Am In You And You In Me, Mutual In Divine Love.

Joys Impregnate. Sorrows Bring Forth.

Imagination Is The Real And Eternal World Of Which This Vegetable Universe Is But A Faint Shadow.