Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own works.
Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one’s soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject.
Poetry is necessary, but is the poet?
It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.
Badges mean nothing in themselves, but they mark a certain achievement and they are a link between the rich and the poor. For when one girl sees a badge on a sister Scout’s arm, if that girl has won the same badge, it at once awakens an interest and sympathy between them.
There is nothing stable in the world; uproar’s your only music.
Philosophy will clip an angel’s wings.
There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.
With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.