All love is sweet, given or received.

Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.

No more let life divide what death can join together.

Deep truth is imageless.

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

The emptiness and folly of retaliation are apparent from every example which can be brought forward. Not only Jesus Christ, but the most eminent professors of every sect of philosophy, have reasoned against this futile superstition.

Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.