"And the older a man gets, the more does he learn that he is not a man, but an ape."

"Sweet childish days, that were as long As twenty days are now."

"The common growth of mother-earth Suffices me—her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears."

"Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher."

"What is a Poet? To whom does he address himself? And what object hath he proposed to himself?"