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

It does not to dwell on dreams and forget to live, but it is equally foolish to ignore the past – never forget.

Religion must always be a crab fruit; it cannot be grafted, and keep its wild beauty.

Only that mind draws me which I cannot read.

Words are alive. Cut them and they bleed.

We fill the hands and nurseries of our children with all manner of dolls, drums and horses, withdrawing their eyes from the plain face and... Nature, the sun and moon, the animals, the water and stones, which should be their toys.

When he is pushed, tormented, defeated, he has a chance to learn something; ... he learns his ignorance, is cured of the insanity of conceit; has got moderation and real skill.