“Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth.”

One of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind’s imagining into another

I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.

Every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid.

Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright. And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen- For what listen they?

Love is my religion – I could die for it.

I will clamber through the clouds and exist.

You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour.

I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.

The excellence of every Art is its intensity.

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!

As the Swiss inscription says: “Speech is silvern, Silence is golden;” or, as I might rather express it, Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.

I don’t need the stars in the night I found my treasure All I need is you by my side so shine forever.

And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.

A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.

I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.

I want a brighter word than bright.

Faith is the bird that sings while it is yet dark.

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.

Whoever says that all music is prohibited, let him also claim that the songs of birds are prohibited.

There’s a lot of us out here that are birds, man. We all need to just fly.

Don’t break a bird’s wings and then tell it to fly. Don’t break a heart and then tell it to love.

Soft feathers cannot make a cruel bird kind.

The walls of my room turn gray, the world began to crumble, the flowers withered, the birds lost their wings, the paintings became colorless, the sunlight was lost and the moon was no more.

It is a matter of shame that in the morning the birds should be awake earlier than you.