The essence of all beauty, I call love.

God Himself is the best Poet, And the Real is His song.

He who breathes deepest lives most.

Every age, Through being beheld too close, is ill-discerned By those who have not lived past it.

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.

World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.

There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand.