A Quote by John Keats

Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect. — © John Keats
Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
Santa Barbara is a paradise; Disneyland is a paradise; the U.S. is a paradise. Paradise is just paradise. Mournful, monotonous, and superficial though it may be, it is paradise. There is no other.
Paradise is a center whither the souls of all men are proceeding, each sect in its particular road.
Prayer is the wing wherewith the soul flies to heaven, and meditation the eye wherewith we see God.
I wonder if I have woven through dreams the sexual strife. I don't think so. But after all, my business is to weave dreams. I suppose I may be allowed to choose the material.
Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make, And ev'n with Paradise devise the snake; For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man Is blackened - Man's forgiveness give and take!
The character wherewith we sink into the grave at death, is the very character wherewith we shall re-appear on the day of resurrection.
He who does reverence to his own sect, while disparaging the sects of others with intent to enhance the glory of his own sect, by such conduct inflicts the severest injury on his own sect.
You must also remember that the world has God to govern it, and He has not left it to our charity. The Lord God is its Governor and Maintainer, and in spite of these wine fanatics and cigar fanatics, and all sorts of marriage fanatics, it would go on. If all these persons were to die, it would go on none the worse.
Thus Pyrrhonism is not a sect of people who are persuaded of what they say, but it is a sect of liars.
To a zealot every one of his own sect is a saint, while the most upright of a different sect are to him children of perdition.
There can be no fanatics in the cause of genuine liberty. Fanaticism is excessive zeal. There may be, and have been fanatics in false religion; in the bloody religions of the heathen.
I still weave dreams, finding inspiration wherever I can and looking for romance in the real, not the digital, world
Weave me a rope from this dark despair, from this dull-eyed pain... Weave me a rope from this endless night, from this distant shore... Weave me a rope that will pull me through these impossible times.
My weave was not cheap and if I'm willing to destroy my weave for you, that shows you I'm trying to be girls with you.
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair- Lean on a garden urn- Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
America was founded by the refuse of the religious fanatics of England, these undesirable elements that came over on the Mayflower. Ignorant, religious fanatics who land here and abuse the Indians.
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