My love for him was so exquisitely pure that if we all were capable of giving and receiving such a beautiful gift the world would be a far more brilliant place; I think we'd all be poets.

Beloved, let us live so well our work shall still be better for our love, and still our love be sweeter for our work.

Earth's crammed with Heaven.

The soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak,And placed it by thee on a golden throne,-- And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!)Is by thee only, whom I love alone.

You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.

What I do and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes.

There are nettles everywhere, but smooth, green grasses are more common still; the blue of heaven is larger than the cloud.