You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity, it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.
The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.
There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify - so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of new heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it, as we should at finding a pearl in rubbish.
Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer.
I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who has neither vanity nor wisdom one filled with hatreds cannot be vain, neither can he be wise.
You speak of Lord Byron and me; there is this great difference between us. He describes what he sees I describe what I imagine. Mine is the hardest task.
Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.