The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.

Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange

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.

It is only by hearsay (by word of mouth passed down from generation to generation) that whole peoples adore the God of their fathers and of their priests: authority, confidence, submission and custom with them take the place of conviction or of proofs: they prostrate themselves and pray, because their fathers taught them to prostrate themselves and pray: but why did their fathers fall on their knees?

The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow.

I have drunken deep of joy.

a single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought