O loving woman, man's fulfillment, sweet, Completing him not otherwise complete! How void and useless the sad remnant left Were he of her, his nobler part, bereft.

Much of our ignorance is of ourselves. Our eyes are full of dust. Prejudice blinds us.

The grave, where sets the orb of being, sets To rise, ascend, and culminate above Eternity's horizon evermore.

Within a bony labrinthean cave, Reached by the pulse of the aerial wave, This sibyl, sweet, and Mystic Sense is found, Muse, that presides o'er all the Powers of Sound.

The power to bind and loose to Truth is given: The mouth that speaks it is the mouth of Heaven, The power, which in a sense belongs to none, Thus understood belongs to every one.

True love is humble, thereby is it known; Girded for service, seeking not its own; Vaunts not itself, but speaks in self-dispraise.

O, beautiful and grand, My own, my native land! Of thee I boast: Great empire of the west, The dearest and the best, Made up of all the rest, I love thee most.

Words are freeborn, and not the vassals of the gruff tyrants of prose to do their bidding only. They have the same right to dance and sing as the dewdrops have to sparkle and the stars to shine.

I value science--none can prize it more, It gives ten thousand motives to adore: Be it religious, as it ought to be, The heart it humbles, and it bows the knee.

Poetry is unfallen speech. Paradise knew no other, for no other would suffice to answer the need of those ecstatic days of innocence.

Eternity! How know we but we stand On the precipitous and crumbling verge Of Time e'en now, Eternity below?

A writer doesn’t solve problems. He allows them to emerge.

Be the leader, not the boss.

The sickened human is something to be experimented with.

Everything passes everything wears out everything breaks.(Tout passe tout lasse tout casse.)

So many people want me to hate him and destroy him, but I don't want to. I want him to be happy. He's not a bad person.

I'm a big fan of period pieces, and I'm a big fan of the old-time westerns.

The river , corrected the Rat, It's my world...What it hasn't got is not worth having.

As long as you have certain desires about how it ought to be you can't see how it is.

If we are what we eat, why aren't we new, improved, fat-free, and light.

To get along with me, don't increase my tension.