The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself and others, as he wishes.
To say the word Romanticism is to say modern art – that is, intimacy, spirituality, color, aspiration towards the infinite, expressed by every means available to the arts.
Let us beware of common folk, of common sense, of sentiment, of inspiration, and of the obvious.
Modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the contingent; it is one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immovable.
It would perhaps be nice to be alternately the victim and the executioner.
To be a great man and a saint for oneself, that is the only important thing.
Action is coarsened thought; thought becomes concrete, obscure, and unconscious.
If any foes of mine are there, I pardon every one: I hope that man and womankind will do the same by me.
Life is short and we have never too much time for gladdening the hearts of those who are travelling the dark journey with us. Oh be swift to love, make haste to be kind.
The pleasure we derive from the representation of the present is due, not only to the beauty it can be clothed in, but also to its essential quality of being the present.