I want a brighter word than bright
O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!
... Who alive can say 'Thou art no Poet - mayst not tell thy dreams'? Since every man whose soul is not a clod Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved, And been well nurtured in his mother tongue.
My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer.
Failure is in a sense the highway to success, as each discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true.