Souls are gregarious in a sense, but no soul touches another, as a general rule.

Never say No when the world says Aye.

We overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination... down our earth to rake.

He lives most life whoever breathes most air.

The critics could never mortify me out of heart - because I love poetry for its own sake, - and, tho' with no stoicism and some ambition, care more for my poems than for my poetic reputation.

I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless.

What I do and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes.