Those who have ruled human destinies, like planets, for thousands of years, were not handsome men.

Come, see the north-wind's masonry, Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work So fanciful, so savage, naught cares he For number or proportion.

It seems to be a rule of wisdom never to rely on memory alone.

Poets should be law-givers; that is, the boldest lyric inspiration should not chide and insult, but should announce and lead the civil code, and the day's work.

A hero is a man who is afraid to run away.

All natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence.

The reason why the world lacks unity, and lies broken and in heaps, is, because man is disunited with himself.