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.

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 not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.

Of Planets, struggling fierce towards heaven's free wilderness.

a single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought

One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it.

...Ere midnight’s frown and morning’s smile, ere thou and peace may meet.