Ay, on the shores of darkness there is a light, and precipices show untrodden green; there is a budding morrow in midnight; there is triple sight in blindness keen.

But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings That fill the sky with silver glitterings!

I find I cannot exist without Poetry

Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.

A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world.

The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.

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.