“And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.”

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.

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.

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.

Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time.

The successful construction of all machinery depends on the perfection of the tools employed; and whoever is a master in the arts of tool-making possesses the key to the construction of all machines… The contrivance and construction of tools must therefore ever stand at the head of the industrial arts.

The species and the genus are always the work of nature [i.e. specially created]; the variety mostly that of circumstance; the class and the order are the work of nature and art.

It is impossible to make a clear cut between science, religion, and art. The whole is never equal simply to the sum of its various parts.

My goal is to be one with the music. I just dedicate my whole life to this art.

Art is not a pastime but a priesthood.

I just love music. I think it’s art.

The trout in yonder wimpling burn – That glides, a silver dart, – And, safe beneath the shady thorn, – Defies the anglers art.