A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world.

Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms seen.

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.

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

I would jump down Etna for any public good - but I hate a mawkish popularity.

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.

Death is Life's high meed.