Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the minds of men.

Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.

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.

Severn - I - lift me up - I am dying - I shall die easy; don't be frightened - be firm, and thank God it has come.

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

My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.