Impatience is the mark of independence, not of bondage.
Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
The passion for setting people right is in itself an afflictive disease.
If we can't be cordial to these creatures' fleece, I think that we deserve to freeze.
A writer is unfair to himself when he is unable to be hard on himself.
The mind is an enchanting thing is an enchanted thing, like the glaze on a katydid-wing subdivided by sun till the nettings are legion.