The true genius shudders at incompleteness – and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.
Category Archive: 1809
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.
Mediocrity is now, as formerly, dangerous, commonly fatal, to the poet; but among even the successful writers of prose, those who rise sensibly above it are the very rarest exceptions.
All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
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.
We are bound to lose Ireland in consequence of years of cruelty, stupidity and misgovernment and I would rather lose her as a friend than as a foe.
Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.
That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.