I never knew before, what such a love as you have made me feel, was; I did not believe in it; my Fancy was afraid of it, lest it should burn me up. But if you will fully love me, though there may be some fire, 'twill not be more than we can bear when moistened and bedewed with Pleasures.

Failure is in a sense the highway to success, as each discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true.

Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making.

So rainbow-sided, touch'd with miseries, She seem'd, at once, some penanced lady elf, Some demon's mistress, or the demon's self.

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

Love is my religion - I could die for it.

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.