There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.

Oh Rome! My country! City of the soul!

I came to realize clearly that the mind is no other than the Mountain and the Rivers and the great wide Earth, the Sun and the Moon and the Sky”.

I love the language, it sounds as if it should be writ on satin with syllables which breathe of the sweet South

But 'why then publish?' There are no rewards Of fame or profit when the world grows weary. I ask in turn why do you play at cards? Why drink? Why read? To make some hour less dreary. It occupies me to turn back regards On what I've seen or pondered, sad or cheery, And what I write I cast upon the stream To swim or sink. I have had at least my dream.

The reason that adulation is not displeasing is that, though untrue, it shows one to be of consequence enough, in one way or other, to induce people to lie.

I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse -- borne away with every breath!