He is a dull observer whose experience has not taught him the reality and force of magic, as well as of chemistry.

All things are known to the soul.

I wish to write such rhymes as shall not suggest a restraint, but contrariwise the wildest freedom.

I shun father and mother and wife and brother when my genius calls me. I would write on the lintels of the door-post, Whim. I hope that it is somewhat better than whim at last, but we cannot spend the day in explanation.

Away with this hurrah of masses, and let us have the considerate vote of single men.

Shall I tell you the secret of the true scholar? It is this: every man I meet is my master in some point, and in that I learn of him.

But, if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars. The rays that come from these heavenly worlds, will separate between him and what he touches. One might think the atmosphere was made transparent with this design, to give man, in the heavenly bodies, the perpetual presence of the sublime... But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.