There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music. |
Philosophy will clip an angel's wings. |
I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion - I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more - I could be martyred for my religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that. |
'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,' - that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. |
Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance. |
The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility. |
Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer. |
Here lies one whose name was writ in water. |
Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own works. |
Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel. |
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk. |
Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject. |
The poetry of the earth is never dead. |
I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who has neither vanity nor wisdom one filled with hatreds cannot be vain, neither can he be wise. |
Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever. |
I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top. |
I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute. |
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter. |