Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
Twin-sister of Religion, Selfishness.
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
True philosophy invents nothing; it merely establishes and describes what is.
Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things.
When my cats aren’t happy, I’m not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they’re just sitting there thinking up ways to get even.
Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted.