Conscience Is The Pulse Of Reason

Creation Rather Than Painting, Or If Painting, Yet Such, And With Such Co-presence Of The Whole Picture Flash'd At Once Upon The Eye, As The Sun Paints In A Camera Obscura. (describing His Poetic Ideal, 1817)

All Sympathy Not Consistent With Acknowledged Virtue Is But Disguised Selfishness.

To Know, To Esteem, To Love,-and Then To Part, Makes Up Life's Tale To Many A Feeling Heart.

Every Crime Has, In The Moment Of Its Perpetration, Its Own Avenging Angel-dark Misgiving, An Ominous Sinking At The Inmost Heart.

The Fancy Is Indeed No Other Than A Mode Of Memory Emancipated From The Order Of Time And Space.