The wealthiest man among us is the best

The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.

Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.

Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams.

For oft, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood they flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude

With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again.