Every Mortal Loss Is An Immortal Gain.

And Priests In Black Gowns Were Walking Their Rounds And Binding With Briars My Joys And Desires. (from 'the Garden Of Love')

Poetry Fettered, Fetters The Human Race. Nations Are Destroyed Or Flourish In Proportion As Their Poetry, Painting, And Music Are Destroyed Or Flourish.

One Thought Fills Immensity.

Christ's Crucifix Shall Be Made An Excuse For Executing Criminals.

Hold Infinity In The Palm Of Your Hand.