The poetry of the earth is never dead. - John Keats

When through the old oak forest I am gone,
Let me not wander in a barren dream.

Nothing is finer for the purposes of great productions than a very gradual ripening of the intellectual powers.

I am certain I have not a right feeling towards women - at this moment I am striving to be just to them, but I cannot. Is it because they fall so far beneath my boyish imagination? When I was a schoolboy I thought a fair woman a pure Goddess; my mind was a soft nest in which some one of them slept, though she knew it not.