Joy is the sweet voice, joy the luminous cloud. We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, all melodies the echoes of that voice, all colours a suffusion from that light.

The devil is not, indeed, perfectly humorous, but that is only because he is the extreme of all humor.

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

I have often thought what a melancholy world this would be without children, and what an inhuman world without the aged.

Creation rather than painting, or if painting, yet such, and with such co-presence of the whole picture flash'd at once upon the eye, as the sun paints in a camera obscura. (Describing his poetic ideal, 1817)

I shall attack Chemistry, like a Shark.

May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling, Silent as though they watched the sleeping earth!