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

Death is Life's high meed.

Its better to lose your ego to the One you Love than to lose the One you Love to your Ego

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

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart’s affections and the truth of the Imagination – What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth – whether it existed before or not – for I have the same Idea of all our Passions as of Love they are all in their sublime, creative of essential Beauty . . .

To bear all naked truths, And to envisage circumstance, all calm, That is the top of sovereignty

Where are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they? Think not of them; thou has thy music too.