Improvement makes straight roads; but the crooked roads without improvement are roads of genius. - William Blake

Men are admitted into heaven not because they have curbed and governed their passions or have no passions, but because they have cultivated their understandings. The treasures of heaven are not negations of passion, but realities of intellect, from which all the passions emanate uncurbed in their eternal glory.

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright in the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

My specter around me night and day
Like a wild beast guards my way,
My emanation far within
Weeps incessantly for my sin.