You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour.

Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.

My creed is love and you are its only tenet.

Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music out of doors, played by someone I do not know. I admire lolling on a lawn by a water-lilied pond to eat white currants and see goldfish: and go to the fair in the evening if I'm good. There is not hope for that -one is sure to get into some mess before evening.

I Cannot Exist Without You. I Am Forgetful Of Everything But Seeing You Again.

Ay, on the shores of darkness there is a light, and precipices show untrodden green; there is a budding morrow in midnight; there is triple sight in blindness keen.

The world is too brutal for me-I am glad there is such a thing as the grave-I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there.