With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
From childhood's hour I have not beenAs others were - I have not seenAs others saw - I could not bringMy passions from a common spring
If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.
Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.
True, nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am, but why will say that I am mad?! The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing...
Men have called me mad; but the question is not settled whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence -- whether much that is glorious -- whether all that is profound -- does not spring from...
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream.
Be nothing which thou art not
Blood was its Avatar and its seal.
Even in the grave, all is not lost.
I have great faith in fools self-confidence my friends call it.
Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger portion of the truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.
Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or silly action for no other reason than because he knows he should ? Have we not a perpetual inclination, in the teeth of our best judgem...
From the dim regions beyond the mountains at the upper end of our encircled domain, there crept out a narrow and deep river, brighter than all save the eyes of Eleonora; and, winding stealthily about...
As a poet and as a mathematician, he would reason well; as a mere mathematician, he could not have reasoned at all.
I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad?
And thus, as a closer and still closer intimacy admitted me more unreservedly into recesses if his spirit, the more bitterly did I perceive the futility of all attempt at cheering a mind from which da...
And all I loved, I loved alone.
We loved with a love that was more than love.