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.
It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.
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.
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.