The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold;
That is the madman. The lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt.
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
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It is wonderful how much time good people spend fighting the devil. If they would only expend the same amount of energy loving their fellow men, the devil would die in his own tracks of ennui.
Tell your master that if there were as many devils at Worms as
tiles on its roofs, I would read more
Tell your master that if there were as many devils at Worms as
tiles on its roofs, I would enter.
"I think if the devil doesn't exist, then man has created him.
He has created him in his own read more
"I think if the devil doesn't exist, then man has created him.
He has created him in his own image and likeness." "Just as man
created God, then?" observed Alyosha.
The devil is an optimist if he thinks he can make people worse than they are.
The devil is an optimist if he thinks he can make people worse than they are.
Every man for himself, his own ends, the devil for all.
Every man for himself, his own ends, the devil for all.
His confidence shall be rooted out of his tabernacle, and it
shall bring him to the king of terrors.
His confidence shall be rooted out of his tabernacle, and it
shall bring him to the king of terrors.
We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell
We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell
The devil takes a hand in what is done in haste.
The devil takes a hand in what is done in haste.
