The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.

I will clamber through the clouds and exist.

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

The world is too brutal for me-I am glad there is such a thing as the grave-I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there.

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

There is an awful warmth about my heart like a load of immortality.

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