“When it is moving on luxurious wings,The soul is lost in pleasant smotherings.”

“How sad is it when a luxurious imagination is obliged in self defense to deaden its delicacy in vulgarity, and riot in things attainable that it may not have leisure to go mad after things which are not.”

“I still don't know how to work out a poem. A poem needs understanding through the senses. The point of diving into a lake is not immediately to swim to the shore, but to be in the lake, to luxuriate in the sensation of water. You do not work the lake out, it is an experience beyond thought. Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept the mystery.”

“I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.”

“I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman -- they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence”

“Two souls with but a single thought,Two hearts that beat as one!”

“Yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From out dark spirits.”