There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.
To stay youthful, stay useful.
Ay, on the shores of darkness there is a light, and precipices show untrodden green; there is a budding morrow in midnight; there is triple sight in blindness keen.
I find I cannot exist without Poetry
The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.
O aching time! O moments big as years!