A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.

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

There is an old saying "well begun is half done"-'tis a bad one. I would use instead-Not begun at all 'til half done.

I always made an awkward bow.

... Who alive can say 'Thou art no Poet - mayst not tell thy dreams'? Since every man whose soul is not a clod Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved, And been well nurtured in his mother tongue.

Philosophy will clip an angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine - Unweave a rainbow.

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.