My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

For axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses.

The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility.

Load every rift with ore.

On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence.

We hate poetry that has a palpable design upon us - and if we do not agree, seems to put its hand in its breeches pocket. Poetry should be great & unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself but with its subject. - How beautiful are the retired flowers! how would they lose their beauty were they to throng into the highway crying out, "admire me I am a violet! dote upon me I am a primrose!"

I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.