There is not a dream which may not come true, if we have the energy which makes, or chooses, our own fate.... It is only the dreams of those light sleepers who dream faintly that do not come true.

My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.

A place has almost the shyness of a person, with strangers; and its secret is not to be surprised by a too direct interrogation.

Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses? How soft is this one, how subtle this is, How fluttering swift as a bird's kiss that is, As a bird that taps at a leafy lattice; How this one clings and how that uncloses From bud to flower in the way of roses.

A realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him.

But we have been taught to see before our eyes have found out a way of seeing for themselves.

Here in a little lonely room I am master of earth and sea, And the planets come to me.