“That queen of secrecy, the violet.”

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.

That which is creative must create itself.

With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.

I must choose between despair and Energy – I choose the latter.

Shed no tear – O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more – O, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root’s white core.

I have so much of you in my heart.

Failure is in a sense the highway to success, as each discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever.