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

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

Philosophy will clip an angel’s wings.

Here lies one whose name was writ in water.

Love is my religion – I could die for it.

Scenery is fine – but human nature is finer.

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth.

I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.

Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.

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

There is nothing stable in the world; uproar’s your only music.

There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.

He ne’er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.

I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.

Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms seen.

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

The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.