If a poem hasn't ripped apart your soul; you haven't experienced poetry.

Most writers - poets in especial - prefer having it understood that they compose by a species of fine frenzy - an ecstatic intuition - and would positively shudder at letting the public take a peep behind the scenes.

True! - nervous - very, very nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?

But our love was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we Of many far wiser than we And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

...If you do not take it up with you in some way, I shall be under the necessity of breaking your head with this shovel

A man's grammar, like Caesar's wife, must not only be pure, but above suspicion of impurity.

In reading some books we occupy ourselves chiefly with the thoughts of the author; in perusing others, exclusively with our own.