I would jump down Etna for any public good - but I hate a mawkish popularity.

There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.

As the Swiss inscription says: Sprechen ist silbern, Schweigen ist golden,- "Speech is silvern, Silence is golden;" or, as I might rather express it, Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.

Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.

Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams The summer time away.

I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love—but if you should deny me the thousand and first—‘t would put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.

There is an awful warmth about my heart like a load of immortality.