Tall oaks branch charmed by the earnest stars Dream and so dream all night without a stir.

I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you.

I find I cannot exist without Poetry

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.

There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify - so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of new heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it, as we should at finding a pearl in rubbish.

There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.

If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.