Where Any View Of Money Exists, Art

Tyger! Tyger! Burning Bright In The Forests Of The Night, What Immortal Hand Or Eye Could Frame Thy Fearful Symmetry?

How Can The Bird That Is Born For Joy Sit In A Cage And Sing? How Can A Child, When Fears Annoy, But Droop His Tender Wing, And Forget His Youthful Spring?

Harmony Of Colouring Is Destructive Of Art? It Is Like The Smile Of A Fool.

Innocence Dwells With Wisdom, But Never With Ignorance.

I Am Going To That Country Which I Have All My Life Wished To See.