If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.
All clean and comfortable I sit down to write.
Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.
In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne’er remember Their green felicity.
Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.
The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled.
We have oftener than once endeavoured to attach some meaning to that aphorism, vulgarly imputed to Shaftesbury, which however we can find nowhere in his works, that “ridicule is the test of truth.”
How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they.
What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.
Its better to lose your ego to the One you Love than to lose the One you Love to your Ego.
The world is too brutal for me-I am glad there is such a thing as the grave-I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there.
Open afresh your rounds of starry folds, Ye ardent Marigolds.
Music’s golden tongue Flatter’d to tears this aged man and poor.
Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.
Asleep in lap of legends old.
Don’t be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience.
Call the world if you please “the vale of soul-making.” Then you will find out the use of the world.
What occasions the greater part of the world’s quarrels? Simply this: Two minds meet and do not understand each other in time enough to prevent any shock of surprise at the conduct of either party.
The genius of Shakespeare was an innate university.