All writing is a form of prayer.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
I Cannot Exist Without You. I Am Forgetful Of Everything But Seeing You Again.
I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.
Thou art a dreaming thing, A fever of thyself.
There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.