“I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.”

Health is the greatest of blessings – with health and hope we should be content to live.

Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.

When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance.

Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.

A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world.

I am convinced more and more day by day that fine writing is next to fine doing, the top thing in the world.

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit.

How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they.

My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.

You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.

Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not.

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

The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.

And how they kist each other’s tremulous eyes.

Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.

Maybe the most perfect words I’ve ever heard, beauty and sadness, are these three. Not, I love you. But, Let it be.

Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.

Pride is the oldest and most common of sins. Humility is the rarest and most beautiful of graces.

The stars seemed near enough to touch and never before have i seen so many. i always believed the lure of flying is the lure of beauty, but i was sure of it that night.

Every human is an artist. The dream of your life is to make beautiful art.

My beautiful proof lies all in ruins.

Belladonna, n.: In Italian a beautiful lady; in English a deadly poison. A striking example of the essential identity of the two tongues.

Through every trial we grow. All suffering we experience has a meaning. Though it seems very cruel, it is like the fire that smelts the iron ore: the steel that emerges from that furnace is beautifully strong, useful for many purposes.