“I must choose between despair and Energy – I choose the latter.”

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.

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.

Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine host’s Canary wine?

The air is all softness.

If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.

I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.

There is nothing stable in the world; uproar’s your only music.

Health is the greatest of blessings – with health and hope we should be content to live.

Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.

When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance.

Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.

A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world.

I am convinced more and more day by day that fine writing is next to fine doing, the top thing in the world.

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit.

Good books, like good friends, are few and chosen; the more select, the more enjoyable.

There are three ways of learning golf: by study, which is the most wearisome; by imitation, which is the most fallacious; and by experience, which is the most bitter.

I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.

Ninety-nine percent of the world’s lovers are not with their first choice. That’s what makes the jukebox play.

Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.

It may be normal, darling; but I’d rather be natural.

Let me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.

I realized either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world. And of course I was right.