Imagination is the supreme endowment of the poet and romanticist. It is a kind of second sight, which conveys the owner of it to places he has never seen, and surrounds him with strange circumstances of which he is merely the spiritual eyewitness.

When one loves God better than the Church is one called a heretic?

What a fool cannot learn he laughs at, thinking that by his laughter he shows superiority instead of latent idiocy.

How foolish it would be if women did not obey men. The world would be all confusion!

Great Poets discover themselves. Little Poets have to be 'discovered' by somebody else.

A fine morning's killing, ay! All their necks wrung - all dead birds! Once they could fly - fly and swim! Fly and swim! All dead now - and sold cheap in the open market!

work is happiness. No one can take my work from me and therefore no one can take my happiness from me.