Rhyme, that enslaved queen, that supreme charm of our poetry, that creator of our meter.

Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent

The drama is complete poetry. The ode and the epic contain it only in germ; it contains both of them in a state of high development, and epitomizes both.

Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal.

The night is not so sinister or long
each trial of the soul will not seem slight
upon arrival of the morning light
when even the hardest labors seem less strong.

-- Nightmare

Almost all our desires, when examined, contain something too shameful to reveal.