I seemed to be upon the verge of comprehension, without the power to comprehend as men, at time, find themselves upon the brink of rememberance, without being able, in the end, to remember.

Reality is the #1 cause of insanity among those who are in contact with it

If I could dwell where Israfel hath dwelt and he where I he might not sing so wildly well a mortal melody while a bolder note then this might swell from my lyre in the sky.

Beauty is the sole legitimate province of the poem.

If any ambitious man have a fancy to revolutionize, at one effort, the universal world of human thought, human opinion, and human sentiment.

A fool, for example, thinks Shakespeare a great poet . . . yet the fool has never read Shakespeare.

Boston: Their hotels are bad. Their pumpkin pies are delicious. Their poetry is not so good.