Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may last!

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds; his auditors are as men entranced by the melody of an unseen musician, who feel that they are moved and softened, yet know not whence or why.

Reviewers, with some rare exceptions, are a most stupid and malignant race. As a bankrupt thief turns thief-taker in despair, so an unsuccessful author turns critic.

I wish no living thing to suffer pain.

It is found easier, by the short-sighted victims of disease, to palliate their torments by medicine, than to prevent them by regimen

O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

a single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought