All writing is a form of prayer.

Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine, A fellowship with essence; till we shine, Full alchemiz’d, and free of space. Behold The clear religion of heaven!

Works of genius are the first things in the world.

There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify - so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of new heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it, as we should at finding a pearl in rubbish.

When I have fears that I may ceace to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teaming brain".

A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world.

My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.