You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.

Death is Life's high meed.

I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; everything else tastes like chaff in my mouth.

With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.

What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.

It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.

As the Swiss inscription says: Sprechen ist silbern, Schweigen ist golden,- "Speech is silvern, Silence is golden;" or, as I might rather express it, Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.