“Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.”

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art– Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite.

The only means of strengthening one’s intellect is to make up one’s mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.

If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.

We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.

Scenery is fine – but human nature is finer.

Its better to lose your ego to the One you Love than to lose the One you Love to your Ego

To silence gossip, don’t repeat it.

What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should’st move My heart so potently?

She press’d his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.

I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.

What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.

The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.

An extensive knowledge is needful to thinking people-it takes away the heat and fever; and helps, by widening speculation, to ease the burden of the mystery.

Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.

Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.

There is a budding tomorrow in midnight.