The happy Warrior... is the generous Spirit, who, when brought among the tasks of real life, hath wrought upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought: whose high endeavors are an inward light that makes the path before him always bright.

Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is the countenance of all science.

Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great and original, must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished.

Rest and be thankful.

Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.