It is easier to suppose that the universe has existed for all eternity than to conceive a being beyond its limits capable of creating it.

Know ye what it is to be a child? It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of baptism; it is to believe in love, to believe in loveliness, to believe in belief.

Sing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are one.

In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.

Forget the dead, the past? O yet there are ghosts that may take revenge for it, memories that make the heart a tomb, regrets which gild thro’ the spirit’s gloom, and with ghastly whispers tell that joy, once lost, is pain.

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

To be omnipotent but friendless is to reign.