There's a blush for won't, and a blush for shan't, and a blush for having done it: There's a blush for thought and a blush for naught, and a blush for just begun it.

I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave - thank God for the quiet grave

You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.

Love is my religion - I could die for it.

Nothing is finer for the purposes of great productions than a very gradual ripening of the intellectual powers.

I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; everything else tastes like chaff in my mouth.

The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted: thence proceeds mawkishness.