The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.

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

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.

The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility.

All my clear-eyed fish, Golden, or rainbow-sided, or purplish, Vermilion-tail'd, or finn'd with silvery gauze... My charming rod, my potent river spells.

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.