Poetry strengthens that faculty which is the organ of the moral nature of man, in the same manner as exercise strengthens a limb.

Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.

Sometimes it's better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being. Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing.

Poet's food is love and fame.

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

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