Persecution Is A Very Easy Form Of

The Secondary Imagination I Consider As An Echo Of The Former, Co-existing With The Conscious Will, Yet Still As Identical With The Primary In The Kind Of Its Agency, And Differing Only In Degree, And In The Mode Of Its Operation. It Dissolves, Diffuses, Dissipates, In Order To Recreate: Or Where This Process Is Rendered Impossible, Yet Still At All Events It Struggles To Idealize And To Unify. It Is Essentially Vital, Even As All Objects (as Objects) Are Essentially Fixed And Dead.

Water Cannot Rise Higher Than Its Source, Neither Can Human Reason.

One Thought Includes All Thought, In The Sense That A Grain Of Sand Includes The Universe.

We Have No Adequate Conception Of The Perfection Of The Ancient Tragic Dance. The Pleasure Which The Greeks Received From It Had For Its Basis Difference; & The More Unfit The Vehicle, The More Lively Was The Curiosity & Intense The Delights At Seeing The Difficulty Overcome.

To Admire On Principle Is The Only Way To Imitate Without Loss Of Originality.