You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.

A poet without love were a physical and metaphysical impossibility.

Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.

There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.

Knowledge enormous makes a god of me.

Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree's summit.

Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow.