If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
I’m nobody, who are you?
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
I dwell in possibility.
I have a brother and sister; my mother does not care for thought, and father, too busy with his briefs to notice what we do. He buys me many books, but begs me not to read them, because he fears they joggle the mind.
I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.