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 . . .

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

I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.

I have an habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am leading a posthumous existence.

The imagination may be compared to Adam's dream-he awoke and found it truth.

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

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? ---"On death