All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.
I have great faith in fools - self-confidence my friends call it.
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Invisible things are the only realities.
All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.
The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
We loved with a love that was more than love.
Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.
That which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses.
Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm.
Man's real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.
If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.
With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
The true genius shudders at incompleteness - and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.
The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true.
The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.
Stupidity is a talent for misconception.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.
It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic.
It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.