I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.

She hurried at his words, beset with fears, For there were sleeping dragons all around.

I must choose between despair and Energy──I choose the latter.

Literary men are . . . a perpetual priesthood.

was it a vision or a waking dream? Fled is that music--do I wake or sleep?

it struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously - I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason.

The poetry of the earth is never dead.