All sensible people are selfish, and nature is tugging at every contract to make the terms of it fair.

My evening visitors, if they cannot see the clock should find the time in my face.

Underneath the inharmonious and trivial particulars, is a musical perfection, the Ideal journeying always with us, the heaven without rent or seam.

Only be admonished by what you already see, not to strike leagues of friendship with cheap persons, where no friendship can be. Our impatience betrays us into rash and foolish alliances which no God attends.

Poets should be law-givers; that is, the boldest lyric inspiration should not chide and insult, but should announce and lead the civil code, and the day's work.

Thought dissolves the material universe by carrying the mind up into a sphere where all is plastic.

Words are alive. Cut them and they bleed.