A thought once awakened does not again slumber.

He that works and does some Poem, not he that merely says one, is worthy of the name of Poet.

Roguery is thought by some to be cunning and laughable: it is neither; it is devilish.

It is now almost my sole rule of life to clear myself of cants and formulas, as of poisonous Nessus shirts.

Evil, once manfully fronted, ceases to be evil; there is generous battle-hope in place of dead, passive misery; the evil itself has become a kind of good.

He who has no vision of eternity has no hold on time.

The outer passes away; the innermost is the same yesterday, today, and forever.