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

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

Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish.

How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoyed in you! The languid strings do scarcely move! The sound is forced, the notes are few!

The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow

I rest not from my great task! | To open the Eternal Worlds, | to open the immortal Eyes of Man | Inwards into the Worlds of Thought; | Into eternity, ever expanding | In the Bosom of God, | The Human Imagination

Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death.