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.
Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.
Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility.