To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.

In the marginalia ... we talk only to ourselves; we therefore talk freshly - boldly - originally - with abandonment - without conceit.

How much more intense is the excitement wrought in the feelings of a crowd by the contemplation of human agony, than that brought about by the most appalling spectacles of inanimate matter.

There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our sad humanity must assume the aspect of Hell.

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.

Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.

Every moment of the night Forever changing places And they put out the star-light With the breath from their pale faces