With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.
The only means of strengthening one’s intellect is to make up one’s mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.
You speak of Lord Byron and me; there is this great difference between us. He describes what he sees I describe what I imagine. Mine is the hardest task.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
Scenery is fine – but human nature is finer.
I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.
Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel.
What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth.
The Public – a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility.