There is a society in the deepest solitude.

If the golden gate of preferment is not usually opened to men of real merit, persons of no worth have entered it in a most extraordinary manner.

Education, however indispensable in a cultivated age, produces nothing on the side of genius. When education ends, genius often begins.

The most noble criticism is that in which the critic is not the antagonist so much as the rival of the author.

Every work of Genius is tinctured by the feelings, and often originates in the events of times.

The act of contemplation then creates the thing created.

The poet must be alike polished by an intercourse with the world as with the studies of taste; one to whom labour is negligence, refinement a science, and art a nature.