It is the essence of poetry to spring, like the rainbow daughter of Wonder, from the invisible, to abolish the past, and refuse all history.
The secret of drunkenness is, that it insulates us in thought, whilst it unites us in feeling.
The world we live in is but thickened light.
When a dog is chasing after you, whistle for him.
Within, I do not find wrinkles and used heart, but unspent youth.
Harmony of aim, not identity of conclusion, is the secret of sympathetic life.