First our pleasures die – and then our hopes, and then our fears – and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust – and we die too.
Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
It is easier to suppose that the universe has existed for all eternity than to conceive a being beyond its limits capable of creating it.
Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.
Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed...
A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
For there are deeds which have no form, sufferings which have no tongue.
Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
January gray is here, like a sexton by her grave; February bears the bier, march with grief doth howl and rave, and April weeps – but, O ye hours! Follow with May’s fairest flowers.
Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
There is no real wealth but the labor of man.
If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.