Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success.
You speak of Lord Byron and me; there is this great difference between us. He describes what he sees I describe what I imagine. Mine is the hardest task.
Love is my religion - I could die for it.
Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer.
Thou art a dreaming thing, A fever of thyself.
I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love—but if you should deny me the thousand and first—‘t would put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.