The exceeding brightness of this early sun Makes me conceive how dark I have become.
Poetry is a satifying of the desire for resemblance.
Perhaps it is of more value to infuriate philosophers than to go along with them.
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.
The point of vision and desire are the same.
Poetry increases the feeling for reality.