I am convinced more and more day by day that fine writing is next to fine doing, the top thing in the world.

Then felt I like some watcher of the skies when a new planet swims into his ken.

... the open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown - the Air is our robe of state - the Earth is our throne, and the Sea a mighty minstrel playing before it.

We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.

Nothing is finer for the purposes of great productions than a very gradual ripening of the intellectual powers.

With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.

I will clamber through the clouds and exist.