My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.... I never felt my mind repose upon anything with complete and undistracted enjoyment- upon no person but you. When you are in the room my thoughts never fly out of window: you always concentrate my whole senses

I compare human life to a large mansion of many apartments, two of which I can only describe, the doors of the rest being as yet shut upon me.

What is more gentle than a wind is summer?

In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity.

It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.

The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever.