The universal pervasion of ugliness, hideous landscapes, vile noises, foul language...everything. Unnatural, broken, blasted; the distortion of the dead, whose unburiable bodies sit outside the dug outs all day, all night, the most execrable sights on earth. In poetry we call them the most glorious.

To be wealthy and honored in an unjust society is a disgrace.

The horrible ugliness of this exposure of a sick and guilty heart to the very eye that would gloat over it!

Say what you will about the sweet miracle of unquestioning faith, I consider a capacity for it terrifying and absolutely vile.

All is changed, changed utterly
A terrible beauty is born

The awful thing is that beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and the devil are fighting there and the battlefield is the heart of man.

Beauty! Terrible Beauty!
A deathless Goddess — so she strikes our eyes!

This grandiose tragedy that we call modern art.

O the shame of it, the humiliating shame of being condescended to by dolts

There is a fearful splendor in absolute desolation.

It was foul, and I loved it. I loved to perish. I loved my own — not that for which I erred, but the itself. Base, falling from Your firmament to utter destruction — not seeking anything through the shame but the shame itself!

The earth is a great piece of stupidity.

It is the most deplorable tribute when the succession of an inferior ruler turns his predecessor, who was intolerable while he lived, into someone whose integrity and goodness are sadly missed.

A miserable spectacle of wrecked humanity, pitiable to others and intolerable to myself.