As A Man Is, So He Sees.

The Hours Of Folly Are Measured By The Clock; But Of Wisdom, No Clock Can Measure.

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

Mere Enthusiasm Is The All In All.

For The Eye Altering Alters All; The Senses Roll Themselves In Fear And The Flat Earth Becomes A Ball.

My Mother Bore Me In The Southern Wild, And I Am Black, But O! My Soul Is White; White As An Angel Is The English Child, But I Am Black As If Bereaved Of Light.