Many have original minds who do not think it - they are led away by custom!
Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the minds of men.
They swayed about upon a rocking horse, And thought it Pegasus.
The genius of poetry must work out its own salvation in a man; it cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself.
And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.
I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; everything else tastes like chaff in my mouth.