Every natural fact is a symbol of some spiritual fact.

Logic is the procession or proportionate unfolding of the intuition; but its virtue is as silent method; the moment it would appear as propositions, and have a separate value, it is worthless.

No love can be bound by oath or covenant to secure it against a higher love.

The best bribe which London offers to-day to the imagination, is, that, in such a vast variety of people and conditions, one can believe there is room for persons of romantic character to exist, and that the poet, the mystic, and the hero may hope to confront their counterparts.

The question is whether [suicide] is the way out, or the way in.

But genius looks forward: the eyes of men are set in his forehead, not in his hindhead: man hopes: genius creates.

The finest poetry was first experience.