The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility.

I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion-- I have shuddered at it, I shudder no more. I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet.

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.

one of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind's imagining into another

They swayed about upon a rocking horse, And thought it Pegasus.

I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.

On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence.