I Will Clamber Through The Clouds And

A Man's Life Of Any Worth Is A Continual Allegory.

One Of The Most Mysterious Of Semi-speculations Is, One Would Suppose, That Of One Mind's Imagining Into Another

When I Behold, Upon The Night's Starr'd Face, Huge Cloudy Symbols Of A High Romance, And Think That I May Never Live To Trace Their Shadows, With The Magic Hand Of Chance.

Beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty

My Imagination Is A Monastery And I Am Its Monk.