The Sick Rose O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.

The world of imagination is the world of eternity. It is the divine bosom into which we shall all go after death of the vegetative body.

The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.

I am really sorry to see my countrymen trouble themselves about politics. If men were wise, the most arbitrary princes could not hurt them. If they are not wise, the freest government is compelled to be a tyranny. Princes appear to me to be fools. Houses of Commons and Houses of Lords appear to me to be fools; they seem to me to be something else besides human life.

He who sees the Infinite in all things sees God.

He who replies to words of doubt doth put the light of knowledge out.

Prudence is a rich, ugly, old maid courted by incapacity.