The plots of God are perfect. The Universe is a plot of God.

The realities of the world affected me as visions, and as visions only, while the wild ideas of the land of dreams became, in turn,—not the material of my every-day existence--but in very deed that existence utterly and solely in itself.

The true genius shudders at incompleteness - and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.

That the play is the tragedy, “Man,” And its hero, the Conqueror Worm.

With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.

In other words, I believed, and still do believe, that truth, is frequently of its own essence, superficial, and that, in many cases, the depth lies more in the abysses where we seek her, than in the actual situations wherein she may be found.

He is, as you say, a remarkable horse, a prodigious horse, although as you very justly observe, a suspicious and untractable character.