I have good reason to be content, for thank God I can read and perhaps understand Shakespeare to his depths.

I never can feel certain of any truth, but from a clear perception of its beauty.

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite.

You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.

Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time.

I never was in love - yet the voice and the shape of a woman has haunted me these two days.

Closer of lovely eyes to lovely dreams, Lover of loneliness, and wandering, Of upcast eye, and tender pondering! Thee must I praise above all other glories That smile us on to tell delightful stories.