Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
Death is the veil which those who live call life They sleep, and it is lifted.
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
In a drama of the highest order there is little food for censure or hatred it teaches rather self-knowledge and self-respect.
Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, the lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade.
Revenge is the naked idol of the worship of a semi-barbarous age.
Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things.
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker.
Twin-sister of Religion, Selfishness.