Nature is made to conspire with spirit to emancipate us.

A poem is made up of thoughts, each of which filled the whole sky of the poet in its turn.

An actually existing fly is more important than a possibly existing angel.

Beauty is the moment of transition, as if the form were just ready to flow into other forms.

Rings and jewels are not gifts, but apologies for gifts. The only gift is a portion of thyself. Thou must bleed for me. Therefore the poet brings his poem; the shepherd, his lamb; the farmer, corn; the miner, a stone; the painter, his picture; the girl, a handkerchief of her own sewing.

Delicious is a just and firm encounter of two in a thought, in a feeling.

Take egotism out and you would castrate the benefactors.