I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart’s affections and the truth of the Imagination – What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth – whether it existed before or not – for I have the same Idea of all our Passions as of Love they are all in their sublime, creative of essential Beauty . . .

I have met with women whom I really think would like to be married to a Poem and to be given away by a Novel.

On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence.

There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.

Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.

Wine is only sweet to happy men.

Conversation is not a search after knowledge, but an endeavor at effect.