Poetry: The Best Words In The Best

The Secondary Imagination I Consider As An Echo Of The Former, Co-existing With The Conscious Will, Yet Still As Identical With The Primary In The Kind Of Its Agency, And Differing Only In Degree, And In The Mode Of Its Operation. It Dissolves, Diffuses, Dissipates, In Order To Recreate: Or Where This Process Is Rendered Impossible, Yet Still At All Events It Struggles To Idealize And To Unify. It Is Essentially Vital, Even As All Objects (as Objects) Are Essentially Fixed And Dead.

Never Can True Courage Dwell With Them, Who, Playing Tricks With Conscience, Dare Not Look At Their Own Vices.

Pity Is Best Taught By Fellowship In Woe.

Brute Animals Have The Vowel Sounds; Man Only Can Utter Consonants.

The Age Seems Sore From Excess Of Stimulation, Just As A Day Or Two After A Thorough Debauch And Long Sustained Drinking-match A Man Feels All Over Like A Bruise. Even To Admire Otherwise Than On The Whole And Where "i Admire" Is But A Synonyme For "i Remember, I Liked It Very Much When I Was Reading It ," Is Too Much An Effort, Would Be Too Disquieting An Emotion!