The man who never in his mind and thoughts travel'd to heaven is no artist.

The man who never in his mind and thoughts travel'd to heaven is no artist.

In every cry of every man,In every infant's cry of fear,In every voice, in every ban,The mind-forged manacles I hear.

Man has no Body distinct from his Soul; for that called Body is a portion of Soul discerned by the five Senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age.

Puts all Heaven in a Rage.

To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand And eternity in an hour. ot their name. William James's mysticism chapter from 'Varieties of Relligious Experience' may help here.