There is a budding tomorrow in midnight.
I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion - I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more - I could be martyred for my religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that.
There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify - so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it, as we should at fin...
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
Touch has a memory. O say, love, say,What can I do to kill it and be free?
Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases it will never pass into nothingness.
Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject.
There is a budding morrow in midnight.
Love is my religion - I could die for it.
'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,' - that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Failure is in a sense the highway to success inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true and very fresh experience points out some form of error whic...
Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not
Here lies one whose name was writ on water.
I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who has neither vanity nor wisdom one filled with hatreds cannot be vain, neither can he be wise.
Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity, it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.
To Sorrow I bade good-morrow And thought to leave her far away behind But cheerly cheerly She loves me dearly: She is so constant to me and so kind.
The excellence of every art is its intensity capable of making all disagreeables evaporate from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.
I have good reason to be content,for thank God I can read andperhaps understand Shakespeare to his depths.
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.