The Only Paradise Is Paradise Lost.

We See Things But We Don't See Them, Like Things That Slid Through The Mind, One Flowing Into Another.

The Loss Of A Sense Adds As Much Beauty To The World As Its Acquisition.

Our Virtues Themselves Are Not Free And Floating Qualities Over Which We Retain A Permanent Control And Power Of Disposal; They Come To Be So Closely Linked In Our Minds With The Actions In Conjunction With Which We Have Made It Our Duty To Exercise Them That If We Come To Engage In An Activity Of A Different Kind, It Catches Us Off Guard And Without The Slightest Awareness That It Might Involve The Application Of Those Same Virtues.

How Paradoxical It Is To Search Reality For The Pictures That Are Stored In One's Memory.

A Picture's Beauty Does Not Depend On The Things Portrayed In It.