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!"

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

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.

You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.

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

My creed is love and you are its only tenet.