I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.

I have good reason to be content, for thank God I can read and perhaps understand Shakespeare to his depths.

was it a vision or a waking dream? Fled is that music--do I wake or sleep?

Call the world if you please "the vale of soul-making." Then you will find out the use of the world.

What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.

Nor do we merely feel these essences for one short hour no, even as these trees that whisper round a temple become soon dear as the temples self, so does the moon, the passion posey, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light unto our souls and bound to us so fast, that wheather there be shine, or gloom o'er cast, They always must be with us, or we die.

I find I cannot exist without Poetry