As I live and am a man, this is an unexaggerated tale - my dreams become the substances of my life.

Poetry has been to me its own exceeding great reward; it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the good and beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me.

A great mind must be androgynous.

Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was white as leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold.

I do not call the sod under my feet my country; but language-religion-government-blood-identity in these makes men of one country.

Whenever philosophy has taken into its plan religion, it has ended in skepticism; and whenever religion excludes philosophy, or the spirit of free inquiry, it leads to willful blindness and superstition.

Heart-chilling superstition! thou canst glaze even Pity's eye with her own frozen tear.