Let me enjoy the earth no less because the all-enacting light that fashioned forth its loveliness had other aims than my delight.

The beauty or ugliness of a character lay not only in its achievements, but in its aims and impulses; its true history lay, not among things done, but among things willed.

I am the family face; flesh perishes, I live on.

...our impulses are too strong for our judgement sometimes

That it would always be summer and autumn, and you always courting me, and always thinking as much of me as you have done through the past summertime!

My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.

You, and those like you, take your fill of pleasure on earth by making the life of such as me bitter and black with sorrow; and then it is a fine thing, when you have had enough of that, to think of securing your pleasure in heaven by becoming converted!