A man's desire is for the woman, but the woman's desire is rarely other than for the desire of the man.

Alas! they had been friends in youth; but whispering tongues can poison truth.

Never can true courage dwell with them, Who, playing tricks with conscience, dare not look At their own vices.

Poetry, even that of the loftiest, and seemingly, that of the wildest odes, [has] a logic of its own as severe as that of science; and more difficult, because more subtle, more complex, and dependent on more and more fugitive causes. In the truly great poets... there is a reason assignable, not only for every word, but for the position of every word.

The primary imagination I hold to be the living power and prime agent of all human perception, and as a repetition in the finite mind of the eternal act of creation in the infinite I Am.

Men, I still think, ought to be weighed not counted.

The sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark.