Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
Change is certain. Peace is followed by disturbances; departure of evil men by their return. Such recurrences should not constitute occasions for sadness but realities for awareness, so that one may be happy in the interim.
We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
Government is an evil; it is only the thoughtlessness and vices of men that make it a necessary evil. When all men are good and wise, government will of itself decay.