Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds

Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.

All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.

Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?