With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger, portion of truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but i feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.
All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.
There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.