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

There is an awful warmth about my heart like a load of immortality.

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.

Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making.

I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you.

Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not

The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.