And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love')

To cast aside from Poetry, all that is not Inspiration

The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity, too great for the eye of man.

Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?

May God us keep From Single vision and Newton's sleep.

When thou seest an eagle, thou seest a portion of genius; lift up thy head!

Every man who is not an artist is a traitor to his own nature.