The poet is in command of his fantasy, while it is exactly the mark of the neurotic that he is possessed by his fantasy.

We are all ill; but even a universal sickness implies an idea of health.

Some paradox of our natures leads us, when once we have made our fellow men the objects of our enlightened interest, to go on to make them the objects of our p…

We properly judge a critic's virtue not by his freedom from error but by the nature of the mistakes he does make, for he makes them, if he is worth reading, be…

Come, swift-wing'd Fancy, airy maid, In varied, dazzling vest array'd, Inspire thy vot'ry's lay; Grant me thy flow'ry walks to tread, To range thy summer-paint…

Poetry is the shadow cast by our imaginations.

When this old world gets me down and there's no love to be found I close my eyes and soon I find I'm in a playground in my mind Where the children laugh and th…