Since the French Revolution Englishmen are all intermeasurable one by another, certainly a happy state of agreement to which I forone do not agree.

One Power alone makes a Poet: Imagination. The Divine Vision.

The inquiry in England is not whether a man has talents and genius, but whether he is passive and polite and a virtuous ass and obedient to noblemen's opinions in art and science. If he is, he is a good man. If not, he must be starved.

For everything exists and not one sigh nor smile nor tear, one hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away.

The man who never alters his opinions is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.

There is no mistake so great as the mistake of not going on.

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.