The clouds that gather round the setting sun do take a sober colouring from an eye that hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, to me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.

Neither evil tongues, rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all the dreary intercourse of daily life, shall ever prevail against us.

By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.

Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man.

The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.

The child is father of the man: And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.