Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.

I want a brighter word than bright

I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you.

A man's life of any worth is a continual allegory.

For axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses.

Feeling well that breathed words Would all be lost, unheard, and vain as swords Against the enchased crocodile, or leaps Of grasshoppers against the sun.

There's a blush for won't, and a blush for shan't, and a blush for having done it: There's a blush for thought and a blush for naught, and a blush for just begun it.