Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.

The sole equality on earth is death.

Sorrow is a stone that crushes a single bearer to the ground, while two are able to carry it with ease.

Could we but think with the intensity we love with, we might do great things.

Man is one; and he hath one great heart. It is thus we feel, with a gigantic throb athwart the sea, each other's rights and wrongs; thus are we men.

Lowliness is the base of every virtue, And he who goes the lowest builds the safest.

Death, thou art infinite; it is life is little.