Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
I have drunken deep of joy,And I will taste no other wine tonight.
In fact, the truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
A God made by man undoubtedly has need of man to make himself known to man.
The man Of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys:Power, like a desolating pestilence,Pollutes whate’er it touches, and obedience,Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth,Makes slaves of men, and, of the human frame,A mechanised automaton.
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted
Music, when soft voices die, vibrates in the memory.
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.