My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.

I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion-- I have shuddered at it, I shudder no more. I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet.

Let us away, my love, with happy speed; There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see, - Drown'd all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead. Awake! arise! my love and fearless be, For o'er the southern moors I have a home for thee.

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!

I never was in love - yet the voice and the shape of a woman has haunted me these two days.

Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.

A man's life of any worth is a continual allegory.