When I have fears that I may ceace to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teaming brain".
For axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses.
I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.
Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? ---"On death
Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.
one of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind's imagining into another