I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever dew; And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too.

Who would wish to be among the commonplace crowd of the little famous - who are each individually lost in a throng made up of themselves?

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

I compare human life to a large mansion of many apartments, two of which I can only describe, the doors of the rest being as yet shut upon me.

Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.

Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.