‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.
There’s no glory like those who save their country.
Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead one to sovereign power.
Be happy with what you have and are, be generous with both, and you won’t have to hunt for happiness.
I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
It is not a life at all. It is a reticence, in three volumes.
I need scarcely observe that a poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul. The value of the poem is in the ratio of this elevating excitement.
It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic.