We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.

Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.

Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips, bidding adieu

I find that I can have no enjoyment in the world but the continual drinking of knowledge. I find there is no worthy pursuit but the idea of doing some good for the world.

I cannot exist without you - I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again - my Life seems to stop there - I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.

I don't need the stars in the night I found my treasure All I need is you by my side so shine forever

It is a flaw In happiness to see beyond our bourn, - It forces us in summer skies to mourn, It spoils the singing of the nightingale.