All nature seems at work.

I attended [Sir Humphry] Davy's lectures to renew my stock of metaphors.

He knows well the evening star, and once when he awoke, in a most distressful mood (some inward pain had made up that strange thing, an infant's dream), I hurried with him to our orchard plot, and he beheld the moon, and hushed at once. Suspends his sobs and laughs most silently. While his fair eyes, that swam with undropped tears, did glitter in the yellow moonbeam.

That agony returns; And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns.

Poetry: the best words in the best order.

The artist must imitate that which is within the thing, that which is active through form and figure, and discourses to us by symbols.

Look through the whole history of countries professing the Romish religion, and you will uniformly find the leaven of this besetting and accursed principle of action - that the end will sanction any means.