But who can paint like nature? can imagination boast, amid its gay creation, hues like hers? — James Thomson
For life is but a dream whose shapes return, some frequently, some seldom, some by night and some by day. — James Thomson
I know no subject more elevating, more amazing, more ready to the poetical enthusiasm — James Thomson
More firm and sure the hand of courage strikes, when it obeys the watchful eye of caution. — James Thomson
Statues and pictures and verse may be grand, but they are not the life for which they stand. — James Thomson
The world rolls round forever like a mill; it grinds out death and life and good and ill; — James Thomson