Man was made for joy and woe Then when this we rightly know Through the world we safely go. Joy and woe are woven fine A clothing for the soul to bind.

Man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.

Make your own rules or be a slave to another man's.

Poetry, Painting & Music, the three Powers in man of conversing with Paradise, which the flood did not sweep away.

The Errors of a Wise Man make your Rule Rather than the Perfections of a Fool.

The man who never in his mind and thoughts travel'd to heaven is no artist.

If you would help another man, you must do so in minute particulars.

Works of Art can only be produc'd in Perfection where the Man is either in Affluence or is Above the Care of it.

God only acts and is, in existing beings or men.