We are all a part of every person we have ever met.

I can't be anonymous by reason of your confounded photographs. (To Julia Margaret Cameron)

I am half-sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott.

Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.

For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid.

But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills, And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me, And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’d To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. - Tithonus

Science grows and Beauty dwindles.