The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.

If we reason, we would be understood; if we imagine, we would that the airy children of our brain were born anew within another's; if we feel, we would that another's nerves should vibrate to our own, that the beams of their eyes should kindle at once and mix and melt into our own, that lips of motionless ice should not reply to lips quivering and burning with the heart's best blood. This is Love.

Among true and real friends, all is common; and were ignorance and envy and superstition banished from the world, all mankind would be friend.

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

The advocates of literal interpretation have been the most efficacious enemies of those doctrines whose nature they profess to venerate.

His fine wit Makes such a wound, the knife is lost in it.

If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.