O Let Me Be Awake, My God!

The Poet, Described In Ideal Perfection, Brings The Whole Soul Of Man Into Activity, With The Subordination Of Its Faculties To Each Other According To Their Relative Worth And Dignity. He Diffuses A Tone And Spirit Of Unity, That Blends, And (as It Were) Fuses , Each Into Each, By That Synthetic And Magical Power, To Which I Would Exclusively Appropriate The Name Of Imagination.

A Man May Devote Himself To Death And Destruction To Save A Nation; But No Nation Will Devote Itself To Death And Destruction To Save Mankind.

The Faults Of Great Authors Are Generally Excellences Carried To An Excess.

That Agony Returns; And Till My Ghastly Tale Is Told, This Heart Within Me Burns.

Plagiarists Are Always Suspicious Of Being Stolen From.