One cannot spend one's time in being modern when there are so many more important things to be.

Imagination...is the irrepressible revolutionist.

Why should she give her bounty to the dead? What is divinity if it can come Only in silent shadows and in dreams?

One's ignorance is one's chief asset.

It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom.

We must endure our thoughts all night, until the bright obvious stands motionless in the cold.

Poetry is the statement of a relation between a man and the world