O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark, Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs, Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.

Make your own rules or be a slave to another man's.

Men are admitted into heaven not because they have curbed or governed their passions, but because they have cultivate their understandings.

Travelers repose and dream among my leaves.

The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: the bad artist seems to copy a great deal; the good one really does.

To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wildflower.

Then my verse I dishonor, my pictures despise, my person degrade and my temper chastise; and the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame; and my talents I bury, and dead is my fame.