It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.

Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.

Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not

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

The genius of Shakespeare was an innate university.

A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world.

Alas! when passion is both meek and wild!