My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.
His religion at best is an anxious wish,-like that of Rabelais, a great Perhaps.
That which is creative must create itself.
It keeps eternal whisperings around desolate shores
I have good reason to be content, for thank God I can read and perhaps understand Shakespeare to his depths.
Philosophy will clip an angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine - Unweave a rainbow.