Alas! when passion is both meek and wild!

I love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.... I never felt my mind repose upon anything with complete and undistracted enjoyment- upon no person but you. When you are in the room my thoughts never fly out of window: you always concentrate my whole senses

I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.

I never can feel certain of any truth, but from a clear perception of its beauty.

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.