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.

The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.

Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.

Their woes gone by, and both to heaven upflown, To bow for gratitude before Jove's throne.

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

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a muse' d rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!

The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.