... Who alive can say 'Thou art no Poet - mayst not tell thy dreams'? Since every man whose soul is not a clod Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved, And been well nurtured in his mother tongue.

If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.

How sad it is when a luxurious imagination is obliged in self defense to deaden its delicacy in vulgarity, and riot in things attainable that it may not have leisure to go mad after things that are not.

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget.

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

Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms seen.

I have so much of you in my heart.