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