Date: 1790, 1794, 1795, 1818, 1827

"For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern."

— Blake, William (1757-1827)

Date: 1790, 1794, 1795, 1818, 1827

"The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, & breeds reptiles of the mind."

— Blake, William (1757-1827)

Date: 1790

"She seemed to have entered upon a new state of existence;--those fine springs of affection which had hitherto lain concealed, were now touched, and yielded to her a happiness more exalted than any her imagination ever painted."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1790

"She was a woman of infinite art, devoted to pleasure, and of an unconquerable spirit."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1790

"His passions were vehement, and she had the address to bend them to her own purpose; and so well to conceal her influence, that he thought himself most independent when he was most enslaved."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1790

"It was not in the rapid intricacies of execution, that she excelled so much as in that delicacy of taste, and in those enchanting powers of expression, which seem to breathe a soul through the sound, and which take captive the heart of the hearer."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1790

"But they were happy, for they knew not enough of the world seriously to regret the want of its enjoyments, though Julia would sometimes sigh for the airy image which her fancies painted, and a painful curiosity would arise concerning the busy scenes from which she was excluded."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1790

"A return to her customary amusements, however, would chase the ideal image from her mind, and restore her usual happy complacency."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1790

"It is the province of the familiar, to diffuse chearfulness and ease--to open the heart of man to man, and to beam a temperate sunshine upon the mind."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1790

"Here fancy flourishes,--the sensibilities expand---and wit, guided by delicacy and embellished by taste--points to the heart."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)