Talking of Pleasure, this moment I was writing with one hand, and with the other holding to my Mouth a Nectarine - how good how fine. It went down all pulpy, slushy, oozy, all its delicious embonpoint melted down my throat like a large, beatified Strawberry.

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

Works of genius are the first things in the world.

Severn - I - lift me up - I am dying - I shall die easy; don't be frightened - be firm, and thank God it has come.

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

I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.

I have good reason to be content, for thank God I can read and perhaps understand Shakespeare to his depths.