“I will clamber through the clouds and exist.”

“I find I cannot exist without Poetry”

“I have a habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am now leading a posthumous existence.”

“I am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky!How beautiful thou art!”

“I scarcely remember counting upon happiness—I look not for it if it be not in the present hour—nothing startles me beyond the moment. The setting sun will always set me to rights, or if a sparrow come before my Window I take part in its existence and pick about the gravel.”

“Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not”

“I do think the barsThat kept my spirit in are burst - that IAm sailing with thee through the dizzy sky!How beautiful thou art!”