Works of genius are the first things in the world.
Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.
O aching time! O moments big as years!
Death is Life's high meed.
I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.
You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.