The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.

Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.

Do not ever read books about versification: no poet ever learnt it that way. If you are going to be a poet, it will come to you naturally and you will pick up all you need from reading poetry.

His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.

On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.

Existence is not itself a good thing, that we should spend a lifetime securing its necessaries: a life spent, however victoriously, in securing the necessaries of life is no more than an elaborate furnishing and decoration of apartments for the reception of a guest who is never to come. Our business here is not to live, but to live happily.

All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.