It ought to come like the leaves to the trees, or it better not come at all.

How sad it is when a luxurious imagination is obliged in self defense to deaden its delicacy in vulgarity, and riot in things attainable that it may not have leisure to go mad after things that are not.

Love is my religion - I could die for it.

If I should die, I have left no immortal work behind me — nothing to make my friends proud of my memory — but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered.

All clean and comfortable I sit down to write.

one of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind's imagining into another

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?