My chest of books divide amongst my friends.
Nothing is finer for the purposes of great productions than a very gradual ripening of the intellectual powers.
He ne'er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.
Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.