You Become What You Behold.

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

I Have Conversed With The Spiritual Sun. I Saw Him On Primrose Hill

To The Eyes Of The Man Of Imagination, Nature Is Imagination Itself.

Truth Can Never Be Told So As To Be Understood And Not Be Believed.

When The Stars Threw Down Their Spears, And Watered Heaven With Their Tears, Did He Smile His Work To See? Did He Who Made The Lamb Make Thee?