Perhaps the efforts of the true poets, founders, religions, literatures, all ages, have been, and ever will be, our time and times to come, essentially the same - to bring people back from their present strayings and sickly abstractions, to the costless, average, divine, original concrete.

I will sleep no more but arise, You oceans that have been calm within me! how I feel you, fathomless, stirring, preparing unprecedented waves and storms.

Something there is more immortal even than the stars.

The road to wisdom is paved with excess. The mark of a true writer is their ability to mystify the familiar and familiarize the strange.

The work for giants...to serve well the guns!

In the faces of men and women, I see God.

Camden was originally an accident, but I shall never be sorry I was left over in Camden. It has brought me blessed returns.