I am, indeed, a king, because I know how to rule myself.
A high heart ought to bear calamities and not flee them, since in bearing them appears the grandeur of the mind and in fleeing them the cowardice of the heart.
Nature without exercise is a seed shut up in a pod, and art without practice is nothing.
Even when I'm railed at, I get my quota of renown.
Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.
Poetry is a whim of Nature in her lighter moods; it requires nothing but its own madness and, lacking that, it becomes a soundless cymbal, a belfry without a bell.