Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.

I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!

We are not meant to resolve all contradictions but to live with them and rise above them.

Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!

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

thus men forgot that all deities reside in the human breast.

Each man is haunted until his humanity awakens.