Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow.
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
For axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses.
I cannot exist without you - I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again - my Life seems to stop there - I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.
A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.
That which is creative must create itself.