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

The open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown – the Air is our robe of state – the Earth is our throne, and the Sea a mighty minstrel playing before it.

I love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!

To stay youthful, stay useful.

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections, and the truth of imagination.

You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine, A fellowship with essence; till we shine, Full alchemiz’d, and free of space. Behold The clear religion of heaven!

You are always new to me.

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.

What is wanted is not the will to believe, but the will to find out, which is the exact opposite.

The superstitious man wishes he did not believe in gods, as the atheist does not, but fears to disbelieve in them.

Who tricked you into believing another person was meant to complete you when the most they can do is a compliment.

It is my firm belief that the best way to fix the world – a handyman’s dream, if ever there was one – is to fix yourself.

It’s like the people who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn’t work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. If you see what I mean.

None of our beliefs are quite true; all have at least a penumbra of vagueness and error.

Belief in the causal nexus is superstition.

I can believe things that are true and things that aren’t true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they’re true or not.