If I should die, I have left no immortal work behind me — nothing to make my friends proud of my memory — but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered.

I have met with women whom I really think would like to be married to a Poem and to be given away by a Novel.

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.

To stay youthful, stay useful.

I want a brighter word than bright

A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world.

The thought, the deadly thought of solitude.