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