"I have no doubt that, in the present state of society, a Poet, by the very act of writing in metre, does in some degree separate himself from the mass of men, and from their immediate sympathy."

"I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity."

"Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity."

"The eye—it cannot choose but see; We cannot bid the ear be still; Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Against or with our will."

"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart."