In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea.

I love being superior to myself better than [to] my equals.

Advice is like snow - the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper in sinks into the mind.

And to be wroth with one we love…Doth work like madness in the brain.

A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear, A drowsy, stifled, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet or relief, In word, or sigh, or tear.

Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, Its own avenging angel-dark misgiving, An ominous sinking at the inmost heart.

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