O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet the Evening listens.

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

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

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.

That queen of secrecy, the violet.

You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.

I want a brighter word than bright