
“Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.”
“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”
“I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it.”
“I have no faith in human perfectability. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active—not more happy—nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago.”
“Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.”