“I have an habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am leading a posthumous existence.”

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.

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.