He wanders, like a day-appearing dream, Through the dim wildernesses of the mind; Through desert woods and tracts, which seem Like ocean, homeless, boundless, unconfined.

It were much better that a sentient being should never have existed, than that it should have existed only to endure unmitigated misery.

Underneath Day's azure eyes, Ocean's nursling, Venice lies, A peopled labyrinth of walls, Amphitrite's destined halls

Everytime we say that god is the author of some phenomenon, that signifies that we are ignorant of how such a phenomenon was caused by the forces of nature.

Revenge is the naked idol of the worship of a semi-barbarous age.

The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.

Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong: They learn in suffering what they teach in song.