nothing is so horrifying as the possibility of existing simply because we do not know how to die.

Unhappy love freezes all our affections: our own souls grow inexplicable to us. More than we gained while we were happy we lose by the reverse.

A Gothic building engenders true religion ... The light, falling through colored glass, the singular forms of the architecture, unite to give a silent image of that infinite mystery which the soul for ever feels, and never comprehends.

I am glad that I am not a man, for then I should have to marry a woman.

How much past there is in a life, however brief it be.

The desire of the man is for the woman, but the desire of the woman is for the desire of the man.

We always cut our poetical theories to suit our talent.