I have met with women whom I really think would like to be married to a Poem and to be given away by a Novel.

I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.

Blessed is the healthy nature; it is the coherent, sweetly co-operative, not incoherent, self-distracting, self-destructive one!

Many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death.

To stay youthful, stay useful.

You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.

I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.