How Foolish It Would Be If Women

Imagination Is The Supreme Endowment Of The Poet And Romanticist. It Is A Kind Of Second Sight, Which Conveys The Owner Of It To Places He Has Never Seen, And Surrounds Him With Strange Circumstances Of Which He Is Merely The Spiritual Eyewitness.

When One Loves God Better Than The Church Is One Called A Heretic?

Years Should Be Nothing To You. Who Asked You To Count Them Or Consider Them? In The World Of Wild Nature, Time Is Measured By Seasons Only-the Bird Does Not Know How Old It Is-the Rose-tree Does Not Count Its Birthdays!

An Opinion Which Excites No Opposition At All Is Not Worth Having!

Great Poets Discover Themselves. Little Poets Have To Be 'discovered' By Somebody Else.