I have met with women whom I really think would like to be married to a Poem and to be given away by a Novel.
We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.
I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.
There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.
Already with thee! tender is the night. . . But here there is no light. . .
To stay youthful, stay useful.