There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify -- so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of new heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it, as we should at finding a pearl in rubbish.
Many have original minds who do not think it -- they are led away by custom.
Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced -- even a proverb is no proverb to you till your life has illustrated it.
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
Now a soft kiss -- Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss
Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity --it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.
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.
It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.