I Fell In Love With Melancholy

Perched Upon A Bust Of Pallas, Just Above My Chamber Door,- Perched, And Sat, And Nothing More.

I Have No Words Alas! To Tell The Loveliness Of Loving Well

When, Indeed, Men Speak Of Beauty, They Mean, Precisely, Not A Quality, As Is Supposed, But An Effect - They Refer, In Short, Just To That Intense And Pure Elevation Of Soul - Not Of Intellect, Or Of Heart.

Man Is An Animal That Diddles, And There Is No Animal That Diddles But Man.

A Lie Travels Round The World While Truth Is Putting Her Boots On.