Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words. |
In one case out of a hundred a point is excessively discussed because it is obscure; in the ninety-nine remaining it is obscure because it is excessively discussed. |
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears. |
The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true. |
The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee. |
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night. |
Of puns it has been said that those who most dislike them are those who are least able to utter them. |
I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it. |
All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry. |
Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence. |
The generous Critic fann'd the Poet's fire, And taught the world with reason to admire. |
That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward. |
Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger portion of the truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant. |
Stupidity is a talent for misconception. |
The true genius shudders at incompleteness - and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be. |
It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to be richest when most superficial. |
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary. |
We loved with a love that was more than love. |
The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world. |
I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat. |