Oh, the summer night, has a smile of light, and she sits on a sapphire throne.
The sea! The sea! The open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
That which we know is but little; that which we have a presentiment of is immense; it is in this direction that the poet outruns the learned man.
My chains fell off, my heart was free; I rose, went forth, and followed thee.
You’re always believing ahead of your evidence. What was the evidence I could write a poem? I just believed it. The most creative thing in us is to believe in a thing.
One merit of poetry few persons will deny: it says more and in fewer words than prose.
The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness.
Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand.
A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.
Poetry is the music of the soul, and, above all, of great and feeling souls.