Probably, indeed, the larger part of the labor of an author composing his work is critical labor; the labor of sifting, combining, constructing, expunging, correcting, testing. This frightful toil is as much critical as creative.

Our emotions Are only “incidents” In the effort to keep day and night together.

A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything)

Sensibility alters from generation to generation in everybody, whether we will or no; but expression is only altered by a man of genius.

To justify Christian morality because it provides a foundation of morality, instead of showing the necessity of Christian morality from the truth of Christianity, is a very dangerous inversion.

Poetry is not an assertion of truth, but the making of that truth more fully real to us.

I am moved by fancies that are curled, around these images and cling, the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.