As long as skies are blue, and fields are green Evening must usher night, night urge the morrow, Month follow month with woe, and year wake year to sorrow

A system could not well have been devised more studiously hostile to human happiness than marriage.

I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.

Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.

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.

Love is free; to promise for ever to love the same woman is not less absurd than to promise to believe the same creed; such a vow in both cases excludes us from all inquiry.

That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon.