“What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.”

Touch has a memory. O say, love say, What can I do to kill it and be free In my old liberty?

Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings?

Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.

Many have original minds who do not think it – they are led away by custom!

Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.

That queen of secrecy, the violet.

Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight; With wings of gentle flush o’er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.

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.

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

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.

When we say something about something, we make it lie there before us, which means at the same time to make it appear.

It is not without cause that men feel the burden of their existence, though they are themselves the cause of those burdens.

Circumstance does not make the man; it reveals him to himself.

A man’s worldly success will be in the measure that he sacrifices his confused animal thoughts.

How should the new day arrive, if the night is withheld from it and everything is suppressed into the twilight of decisionlessness?

There is no good in anything until it is finished.

Just as God gave different fingers to the hand so has He given different ways to men.

There is no value in anything until it is finished.