To silence gossip, don't repeat it.

I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love—but if you should deny me the thousand and first—‘t would put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.

With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.

O magic sleep! O comfortable bird, That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind Till it is hush'd and smooth!

Are there not thousands in the world who love their fellows even to the death, who feel the giant agony of the world, and more, like slaves to poor humanity, labor for mortal good?

I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave - thank God for the quiet grave

O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!