She hurried at his words, beset with fears, For there were sleeping dragons all around.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty

The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.

I should write for the mere yearning and fondness I have for the beautiful, even if my night's labors should be burnt every morning and no eye shine upon them.

You speak of Lord Byron and me; there is this great difference between us. He describes what he sees I describe what I imagine. Mine is the hardest task.

That queen of secrecy, the violet.

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.