Every ship is a romantic object, except that we sail in. Embark, and the romance quits our vessel, and hangs on every other sail in the horizon.
The man in the street does not know a star in the sky.
All natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence.
Poetry must be as new as foam and as old as the rock.
A hero is a man who is afraid to run away.
Nothing can be colder than his head, when the lightnings of his imagination are playing in the sky.