... the open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown - the Air is our robe of state - the Earth is our throne, and the Sea a mighty minstrel playing before it.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.

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

We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.

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.

I have good reason to be content, for thank God I can read and perhaps understand Shakespeare to his depths.

That queen of secrecy, the violet.