There are two classes of poets - the poets by education and practice, these we respect; and poets by nature, these we love.

Lovers should guard their strangeness. If they forgive too much, all slides into confusion and meanness.

Expediency of literature, reason of literature, lawfulness of writing down a thought, is questioned; much is to say on both sides,and, while the fight waxes hot, thou, dearest scholar, stick to thy foolish task, add a line every hour, and between whiles add a line.

The flowers talk when the wind blows over them.

You must let go of a thing for a new one to come to you.

The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence. Nature never wears a mean appearance. Neither does the wisest man extort her secret, and lose his curiosity by finding out all her perfection. Nature never became a toy to a wise spirit. The flowers, the animals, the mountains, reflected the wisdom of his best hour, as much as they had delighted the simplicity of his childhood.

It is the ignorant and childish part of mankind that is the fighting part. Idle and vacant minds want excitement