Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?

My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.

one of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind's imagining into another

Philosophy will clip an angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine - Unweave a rainbow.

Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams The summer time away.

The thought, the deadly thought of solitude.