The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself.

The generations of men run on in the tide of time, but leave their destined lineaments permanent for ever and ever.

Poetry fettered fetters the human race.

[L]et light Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day. O radiant morning.

The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.

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.

Although wine when it is read somewhat lacks the savour of wine when it is drunk, wine remains a very pleasant thing both to read about and to chat about.