“The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket.”

“The good die first.”

“Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man.”

“My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky:So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die!The Child is father of the Man;And I could wish my days to beBound each to each by natural piety.”

“He spake of love, such love as spirits feelIn worlds whose course is equable and pure: No fears to beat away - no strife to heal, The past unsighed for, and the future sure.”

“I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the round ocean, and the living air, and the blue sky, and in the mind of man...”

“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.”