Every man supposes himself not to be fully understood; and if there is any truth in him, if he rests at last on the divine soul, I see not how it can be otherwise. The last chamber, the last closet, he must feel, was never opened; there is always a residuum unknown, unanalyzable. That is, every man believes that he has a greater possibility.

The true poem is the poet's mind.

If you want to be great and successful, choose people who are great and successful and walk side by side with them.

Perception is a mirror not a fact. And what I look on is my state of mind, reflected outward.

The betrothed and accepted lover has lost the wildest charms of his maiden by her acceptance. She was heaven while he pursued her, but she cannot be heaven if she stoops to one such as he!

The lover is made happier by his love than the object of his affection.

The secret of drunkenness is, that it insulates us in thought, whilst it unites us in feeling.