The most happy marriage I can picture or imagine to myself would be the union of a deaf man to a blind woman.

Poetry is certainly something more than good sense, but it must be good sense, at all events, just as a palace is more than a house, but it must be a house, at least.

The sense of beauty is intuitive, and beauty itself is all that inspires pleasure without, and aloof from, and even contrarily to interest.

The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.

The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.

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

The best part of human language, properly so called, is derived from reflection on the acts of the mind itself.