My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.
O let me lead her gently o'er the brook, Watch her half-smiling lips and downward look; O let me for one moment touch her wrist; Let me one moment to her breathing list; And as she leaves me, may she often turn Her fair eyes looking through her locks auburne.
The excellence of every Art is its intensity.
Knowledge enormous makes a god of me.
Wine is only sweet to happy men.
A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.