Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter.
Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
Touch has a memory.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need men who can dream of things that never were.
Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance”.
The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.
When I have fears that I may ceace to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teaming brain”.
Fine writing, next to doing nothing, is the best thing in the world.
I go amongst the buildings of a city and I see a Man hurrying along – to what?
The only means of strengthening one’s intellect is to make up one’s mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.
Scenery is fine – but human nature is finer.
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.