Knowledge enormous makes a god of me.

You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.

Where are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they? Think not of them; thou has thy music too.

The thought, the deadly thought of solitude.

The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted: thence proceeds mawkishness.

I never was in love - yet the voice and the shape of a woman has haunted me these two days.

When it is moving on luxurious wings, The soul is lost in pleasant smotherings.