If you have never been at sea in a heavy gale, you can form no idea of the confusion of mind occasioned by wind and spry together. They blind, deafen, and strangle you, and take away all power of action or reflection.

I have great faith in fools,— self-confidence my friends will call it.

...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

Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die.

The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true.

There is no passion in nature so demoniacally impatient, as that of him who, shuddering upon the edge of a precipice, thus meditates a Plunge.

In me didst thou exist-and, in my death, see by this image, which is thine own, how utterly thou hast murdered thyself.