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

The thought, the deadly thought of solitude.

I don't need the stars in the night I found my treasure All I need is you by my side so shine forever

I find I cannot exist without Poetry

The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted: thence proceeds mawkishness.

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

Thou art a dreaming thing, A fever of thyself.