Who so loves believes the impossible.

If you desire faith, then you have faith enough.

I would confide to you perhaps my secret profession of faith - which is ... which is ... that let us say and do what we please and can ... there is a natural inferiority of mind in women - of the intellect ... not by any means, of the moral nature - and that the history of Art and of genius testifies to this fact openly.

Some people always sigh in thanking God.

Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do.

The critics could never mortify me out of heart - because I love poetry for its own sake, - and, tho' with no stoicism and some ambition, care more for my poems than for my poetic reputation.

And Chaucer, with his infantine Familiar clasp of things divine.