Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success.

Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.

Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time.

A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.

Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.

I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; everything else tastes like chaff in my mouth.

Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.