"Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves."

"I shall imagine life is not worth dying,if (and when)roses complain their beauties are in vain but though mankind persuades itself that every weed's a rose,roses(you feel certain)will only smile"

"The Symbol of all Art is the Prism. The goal is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism into the secret glories it contains."

"One pierced moment whiter than the rest -turning from the tremendous lie of sleep i watch the roses of the day grow deep."

"An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects"

"...A good Book, has no Ending..."

"Like the burlesque comedian, I am abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement."

"Our can'ts were born to happen our mosts have died in more"

"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity."

"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."

"We loved with a love that was more than love."

"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night."

"I have great faith in fools - self-confidence my friends will call it."

"I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched."

"There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion."

"Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear."

"From childhood's hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone."

"Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them."

"Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute."

"Never to suffer would never to have been blessed."

"Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality."

"All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry."

"If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered."

"The best things in life make you sweaty."

"I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat."

"Deep in earth my love is lying And I must weep alone."

"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."

"I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow."

"I have no faith in human perfectibility. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active - not more happy - nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago."

"And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy."

"Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears."

"Invisible things are the only realities."

"Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence."

"The true genius shudders at incompleteness — imperfection — and usually prefers silence to saying the something which is not everything that should be said."

"And all I loved, I loved alone."

"The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world."

"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before."

"With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion."

"There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told."

"I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind"

"I dread the events of the future, not in themselves but in their results."

"Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words."

"That which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses."

"Now this is the point. You fancy me a mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded..."

"To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary."

"I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down." [Letter to J. Beauchamp Jones, August 8, 1839]"

"The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?"

"There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion."

"Every moment of the night Forever changing places And they put out the star-light With the breath from their pale faces"

"Yet mad I am not...and very surely do I not dream."