Failure is in a sense the highway to success, as each discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true.

Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject.

The thought, the deadly thought of solitude.

I don't need the stars in the night I found my treasure All I need is you by my side so shine forever

Feeling well that breathed words Would all be lost, unheard, and vain as swords Against the enchased crocodile, or leaps Of grasshoppers against the sun.

I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.

one of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind's imagining into another