Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.

Obscenity, which is ever blasphemy against the divine beauty in life, is a monster for which the corruption of society forever brings forth new food, which it devours in secret.

Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.

Twin-sister of Religion, Selfishness.

Familiar acts are beautiful through love.

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted.

Government is an evil; it is only the thoughtlessness and vices of men that make it a necessary evil. When all men are good and wise, government will of itself decay.

History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.

The soul's joy lies in doing.

O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.

Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.

Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.

Change is certain. Peace is followed by disturbances; departure of evil men by their return. Such recurrences should not constitute occasions for sadness but realities for awareness, so that one may be happy in the interim.

The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.

A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.

Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things.