Conversation is not a search after knowledge, but an endeavor at effect.

Death is Life's high meed.

... for, by all the stars That tend thy bidding, I do think the bars That kept my spirit in are burst - that I Am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!

I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman - they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence.

Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the minds of men.

I never was in love - yet the voice and the shape of a woman has haunted me these two days.

I always made an awkward bow.