Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it

Are there not thousands in the world who love their fellows even to the death, who feel the giant agony of the world, and more, like slaves to poor humanity, labor for mortal good?

The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.

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.

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

My creed is love and you are its only tenet.

I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.