He who desires but acts not breeds pestilence. - William Blake

"The Lily of the valley, breathing in the humble grass
Answer'd the lovely maid and said: "I am a watry weed,
And I am very small, and love to dwell in lowly vales;
So weak, the gilded butterfly scarce perches on my head;
Yet I am visited from heaven, and he that smiles on all
Walks in the valley and each morn over me spreads his hand,
Saying: 'Rejoice, thou humble grass, thou new-born lily flower,

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

Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.