Nothing is finer for the purposes of great productions than a very gradual ripening of the intellectual powers.

O aching time! O moments big as years!

I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.

Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own works.

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 shall soon be laid in the quiet grave - thank God for the quiet grave

Thou art a dreaming thing, A fever of thyself.