I want a brighter word than bright

Feeling well that breathed words Would all be lost, unheard, and vain as swords Against the enchased crocodile, or leaps Of grasshoppers against the sun.

I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion-- I have shuddered at it, I shudder no more. I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet.

Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.

Its better to lose your ego to the One you Love than to lose the One you Love to your Ego

Literary men are . . . a perpetual priesthood.

You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour.