Real are the dreams of Gods, and smoothly pass Their pleasures in a long immortal dream.
O latest born and loveliest vision far of all Olympus' faded hierarchy.
Love is my religion - I could die for it.
I should write for the mere yearning and fondness I have for the beautiful, even if my night's labors should be burnt every morning and no eye shine upon them.
...yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From out dark spirits.
The excellence of every Art is its intensity.