I should write for the mere yearning and fondness I have for the beautiful, even if my night's labors should be burnt every morning and no eye shine upon them.

It ought to come like the leaves to the trees, or it better not come at all.

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

What is more gentle than a wind is summer?

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

I want a brighter word than bright

When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.