I fell in love with melancholy

If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.

To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.

I heed not that my earthly lot Hath - little of Earth in it - That years of love have been forgot In the hatred of a minute: - I mourn not that the desolate Are happier, sweet, than I, But that you sorrow for my fate Who am a passer by.

I dread the events of the future, not in themselves but in their results.

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in waking, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret. In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil.

Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.