Words are the motes of thought, and nothing more.
Art is a man's nature; nature is God's art.
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
He is a fool who is not for love and beauty. I speak unto the young, for I am of them and always shall be.
Remember that thy heart will shed its pleasures as thine eye its tears, and both leave loathsome furrows.
Stars which stand as thick as dewdrops on the field of heaven.