Poetry should please by a fine excess and not by singularity. It should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts and appear almost as a remembrance.

• I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
• Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul
• The problems of the world cannot possible be solved by skeptics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need men who can dream of things that never were.
• I love you the more that I believe you have liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
• There is a budding morrow in midnight.
• The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted thence proceeds mawkishness.
• What the imagination seizes as beauty must be the truth.
• What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth.
• Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
• Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright, And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen For what listen they