Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.

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

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; — This it is, and nothing more.

I hold that a long poem does not exist. I maintain that the phrase, "a long poem," is simply a flat contradiction in terms.

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

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.

A poem in my opinion, is opposed to a work of science by having for its immediate object, pleasure, not truth.