“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.” 

"“Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.”"

“A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.” 

“Saying nothing sometimes says the most.” 

“I dwell in possibility…” 

“Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted.

“To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.” 

“Bring me the sunset in a cup.” 

“Beauty is not caused. It is.” 

“Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane” 

“I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.” 

“The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.” 

“Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.” 

“Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.” 

“Truth is so rare, it is delightful to tell it.” 

“One need not be a chamber to be haunted.” 

“We turn not older with years but newer every day.” 

“I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.” 

“I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.” 

“A wounded dear leaps the highest” 

“I must go in, the fog is rising.” 

“How do most people live without any thought? There are many people in the world,--you must have noticed them in the street,--how do they live? How do they get strength to put on their clothes in the morning?” 

“I have been bent and broken, but -I hope- into a better shape.” 

“The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.” 

“Dying is a wild night and a new road.” 

“They say that God is everywhere and yet we always think of him as somewhat of a recluse.” 

“I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?” 

“People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.” 

“your brain is wider than the sky” 

“I must go in, the fog is rising.” 

“How do most people live without any thought? There are many people in the world,--you must have noticed them in the street,--how do they live? How do they get strength to put on their clothes in the morning?” 

“I have been bent and broken, but -I hope- into a better shape.” 

“The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.” 

“Dying is a wild night and a new road.” 

“They say that God is everywhere and yet we always think of him as somewhat of a recluse.” 

“I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?” 

“People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.” 

“Your brain is wider than the sky” 

“Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.” 

“Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned.” 

“The Truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind.” 

“How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!” 

“A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.” 

“The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.” 

“There is no frigate like a book to take us lands away...” 

“Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.” 

“Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun - if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.” 

“I lost a world the other day. Has anybody found? You'll know it by the rows of stars around it's forehead bound. A rich man might not notice it; yet to my frugal eye of more esteem than ducats. Oh! Find it, sir, for me!” 

“Forever is composed of nows..” 

“I hope your rambles have been sweet, and your reveries spacious”