We loved with a love that was more than love.

With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.

You call it hope-that fire of fire! It is but agony of desire.

The depth lies in the valleys where we seek her, and not upon the mountain-tops where she is found.

The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.

You will observe that the stories told are all about money-seekers, not about money-finders.

As a poet and as a mathematician, he would reason well; as a mere mathematician, he could not have reasoned at all.