...yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From out dark spirits.
Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it
I will clamber through the clouds and exist.
I compare human life to a large mansion of many apartments, two of which I can only describe, the doors of the rest being as yet shut upon me.
What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently?
The excellence of every Art is its intensity.