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

I must choose between despair and Energy──I choose the latter.

I have an habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am leading a posthumous existence.

And how they kist each other's tremulous eyes.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever.

Love is my religion - I could die for it.

Knowledge enormous makes a god of me.