Thou art a dreaming thing, A fever of thyself.

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 . . .

Call the world if you please "the vale of soul-making." Then you will find out the use of the world.

Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.

O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!

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 - In Endymion, I leaped headlong into the sea, and thereby have become better acquainted with the soundings, the quicksands, and the rocks, than if I had stayed upon the green shore, and piped a silly pipe, and took tea and comfortable sdvice.

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.