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

One half of the pleasure experienced at a theatre arises from the spectator's sympathy with the rest of the audience, and, especially from his belief in their sympathy with him.

Deep in earth my love is lying And I must weep alone.

Read this and thought of you: Through joy and through sorrow, I wrote. Through hunger and through thirst, I wrote. Through good report and through ill report, I wrote. Through sunshine and through moonshine, I wrote. What I wrote it is unnecessary to say. ~ Edgar Allen Poe

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

The mere imitation, however accurate, of what is in Nature, entitles no man to the sacred name of Artist

In beauty of face no maiden ever equaled her. It was the radiance of an opium-dream - an airy and spirit-lifting vision more wildly divine than the fantasies which hovered about the slumbering souls of the daughters of Delos.