Vanity costs money, labor, horses, men, women, health and peace, and is still nothing at last,--a long way leading nowhere.

No law can be sacred to me but that of my nature.

For it is not metres, but a metre-making argument that makes a poem, - a thought so passionate and alive that like the spirit of a plant or an animal it has an architecture of its own, and adorns nature with a new thing.

We but half express ourselves, and are ashamed of that divine idea which each of us represents.

I--this thought which is called I--is the mould into which the world is poured like melted wax.

The first thing a great person does is make us realize the insignificance of circumstance.

Throughout the ages there have always been those who have been willing to go beyond the norms and reach for that unknown and distant star.