The true poem is the poet's mind.
A human being should beware how he laughs, for then he shows all his faults.
Language is the archives of history.
Now every one must do after his kind, be he asp or angel, and these must.
The one thing in the world, of value, is the active soul
Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their imprisonment, rooted in the ground.