"...the monarch of mountains; They crown'd him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow." -Lord Byron, Manfred, Act I, scene 1, line 62
"...Yet mental images play an important part in my prayers.... But they seem to help me most when they are most fugitive and fragmentary—rising and bursting like bubbles in champagne or wheeling like rooks in a windy sky: contradicting one another (in logic) as the crowded metaphors of a swift poet may do. Fix on any one, and it goes dead. You must do as Blake would do with a joy; kiss it as it flies...."