The town itself is disagreeable; but then, all around, you find an inexpressible beauty of nature.

Poetry, dreams, desire, everything leads me to you.

Poor souls! their miseries seem so much to please 'em, I scarce can find it in my heart to tease 'em.

What matters creative endless toil, When, at a snatch, oblivion ends the coil?

For just when ideas fail, a word comes in to save the situation.

If you don't feel it, you'll never get it.

The greatest happiness for the thinking person is to have explored the explorable and to venerate in equanimity that which cannot be explored.