The yellow glistens. It glistens with various yellows, Citrons, oranges and greens Flowering over the skin.

The imagination is man's power over nature.

The poet's function is to make his imagination . . . become the light in the mind of others. His role, in short, is to help people to live their lives.

I was myself the compass of that sea: I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw Or heard or felt came not but from myself; And there I found myself more truly and more strange.

Life's nonsense pierces us with strange relation.

Intolerance respecting other people's religion is toleration itself in comparison with intolerance respecting other people's art.

Realism is a corruption of reality.