A great mind must be androgynous.

He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.

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.

No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.

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

...in consequence of the film of familiarity and selfish solicitude, we have eyes yet see not, ears that hear not, and hearts that neither feel nor understand.

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