Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.
War is the statesman's game the priest's delight the lawyer's jest the hired assassin's trade.
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.
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
We look before and after And pine for what is not Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Twin-sister of Religion Selfishness.
Poetry is a sword of lightning ever unsheathed which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
Music when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew who had money to be generous with should be a stockbroker.
Reason respects the differences and imagination the similitudes of things.
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
Concerning God freewill and destiny: Of all that earth has been or yet may be all that vain men imagine or believe or hope can paint or suffering may achieve we descanted.
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
Government is an evil it is only the thoughtlessness and vices of men that make it a necessary evil. When all men are good and wise government will of itself decay.
In a drama of the highest order there is little food for censure or hatred it teaches rather self-knowledge and self-respect.
Fear not for the future weep not for the past.
Death is the veil which those who live call life They sleep and it is lifted.
Change is certain. Peace is followed by disturbances departure of evil men by their return. Such recurrences should not constitute occasions for sadness but realities for awareness so that one may be happy in the interim.
Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
Obscenity which is ever blasphemy against the divine beauty in life is a monster for which the corruption of society forever brings forth new food which it devours in secret.
Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
Revenge is the naked idol of the worship of a semi-barbarous age.