But hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity.

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.

A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.

If thou art beautiful, and youth and thought endue thee with all truth-be strong;--be worthy of the grace of God.

One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.

There is creation in the eye.

[Mathematics] is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.