Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized? In him alone, Can nature show as fair?

A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.

Truth is a gem that is found at a great depth; whilst on the surface of the world all things are weighed by the false scale of custom.

It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe; you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.

Next to dressing for a rout or ball, undressing is a woe.

I stood among them, but not of them: in a shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts.

Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair spirit for my minister