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

The greater amount of truth is impulsively uttered; thus the greater amount is spoken, not written.

I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.

Even in the grave, all is not lost.

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.

There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion.

There are few persons who have not, at some period of their lives, amused themselves in retracing the steps by which particular conclusions of their own minds have been attained. The occupation is often full of interest and he who attempts it for the first time is astonished by the apparently illimitable distance and incoherence between the starting-point and the goal.