Our own heart, and not other men's opinion, forms our true honor.

The poet is the man made to solve the riddle of the universe who brings the whole soul of man into activity.

Imagination that compares and contrasts with what is around as well as what is better and worse is the living power and prime agent of all human perception judgement and emotional reaction.

Ah! well a-day! what evil looks / Had I from old and young! / Instead of the cross, the Albatross / About my neck was hung.

Some men are like musical glasses; to produce their finest tones you must keep them wet.

Force yourself to reflect on what you read, paragraph by paragraph.

That willing suspension of disbelief for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.