Not only England, but every Englishman is an island.
All the events of our life are materials of which we can make what we will.
In a work of art, chaos must shimmer through the veil of order.
There is but one temple in the universe, and that is the body of man.
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.
What delights, what pleasures does your life offer you that outweigh the raptures of death?