Whence Are We, And Why Are We?

I Am Convinced That There Can Be No Regeneration Of Mankind Until Laughter Is Put Down.

The Most Fertile Districts Of The Habitable Globe Are Now Actually Cultivated By Men For Animals, At A Delay And Waste Of Aliment Absolutely Incapable Of Calculation

The Pleasure That Is In Sorrow Is Sweeter Than The Pleasure Of Pleasure Itself.

Reason Respects The Differences, And Imagination The Similitudes Of Things.

Poets Are The Hierophants Of An Unapprehended Inspiration; The Mirrors Of The Gigantic Shadows Which Futurity Casts Upon The Present.