Knowledge enormous makes a god of me.

There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.

Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making.

Let us away, my love, with happy speed; There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see, - Drown'd all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead. Awake! arise! my love and fearless be, For o'er the southern moors I have a home for thee.

Many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death.

Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.

You are always new. THe last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest. When you pass'd my window home yesterday, I was fill'd with as much admiration as if I had then seen you for the first time...Even if you did not love me I could not help an entire devotion to you.