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.
Nothing ever becomes real 'til it is experienced.
Failure is in a sense the highway to success inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true and very fresh experience points out some form of error whic...
The excellence of every art is its intensity capable of making all disagreeables evaporate from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.
Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not
Love in a hut with water and a crust Is - Love forgive us! - cinders ashes dust.
I have good reason to be content,for thank God I can read andperhaps understand Shakespeare to his depths.
To Sorrow I bade good-morrow And thought to leave her far away behind But cheerly cheerly She loves me dearly: She is so constant to me and so kind.
Besides, a long poem is a test of invention, which I take to be the Polar star of Poetry, as Fancy is the sails - and Imagination the rudder.
A drainless shower of light is poesy 'tis the supreme of power 'tis might half slumb'ring on its own right arm.
Failure ... is in a sense the highway to success inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true and every fresh experience points out some form of error...
The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mindabout nothing -- to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.
Call the world, if you please, "the Vale of Soul Making". Then you will find out the use of the world....There may be intelligences or sparks of the divinity in millions -- but they are not Souls till...
Nor do we merely feel these essences for one short hour no, even as these trees that whisper round a temple become soon dear as the temples self, so does the moon, the passion posey, glories infinite,...
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination.
Oh for a life of sensations rather than of thoughts.
I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion I have shudder'd at it. I shudder no more. I could be martyr'd for my religion Love is my religion And I could die for that. I coul...
If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.
But this is human life: the war, the deeds, The disappointment, the anxiety, Imagination’s struggles, far and nigh,All human; bearing in themselves this good, That they are still the air, the subtle f...