From every Englishman emanates a kind of gas, the deadly choke-damp of boredom.

There is no Sixth Commandment in art. The poet is entitled to lay his hands on whatever material he finds necessary for his work.

The swan, like the soul of the poet, By the dull world is ill understood.

Christianity is an idea, and as such is indestructible and immortal, like every idea.

A pine tree standeth lonely In the North on an upland bare; It standeth whitely shrouded With snow, and sleepeth there. It dreameth of a Palm tree Which far in the East alone, In the mournful silence standeth On its ridge of burning stone.

Matrimony; the high sea for which no compass has yet been invented.

Human misery is too great for men to die without faith.