“I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me: and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum of human cities torture.”

“All who joy would win Must share it -- Happiness was born a twin.”

“And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on.”

“But 'why then publish?' There are no rewards Of fame or profit when the world grows weary. I ask in turn why do you play at cards? Why drink? Why read? To make some hour less dreary. It occu...”

“Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are! How less what we may be! The eternal surge Of time and t...”

“My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.”

“But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think; ’T is strange, the shortest letter which man us...”