Health is my expected heaven.
Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success...
There is nothing stable in the world; uproar’s your only music.
Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one’s soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject.
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it.
Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips, bidding adieu.
Love is my religion – I could die for it.
Beauty is truth, truth beauty.
I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet.
If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.
With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.
Death is Life’s high meed.
Beauty is truth, truth beauty,-that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth.
Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms seen.
A man’s life of any worth is a continual allegory, and very few eyes can see the mystery of his life, a life like the scriptures, figurative.
When the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose.
An extensive knowledge is needful to thinking people-it takes away the heat and fever; and helps, by widening speculation, to ease the burden of the mystery.
Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.