“Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.”

I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.

I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.

Parting they seemed to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close.

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.

Don’t be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience.

Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.

Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.

Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success.

We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.

O aching time! O moments big as years!

Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty,-that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.

Death is Life’s high meed.

Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.

You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.