I Must Choose Between Despair And Energy──i

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.

Its Better To Lose Your Ego To The One You Love Than To Lose The One You Love To Your Ego

Philosophy Will Clip An Angel's Wings.

There Is Not A Fiercer Hell Than The Failure In A Great Object.

Praise Or Blame Has But A Momentary Effect On The Man Whose Love Of Beauty In The Abstract Makes Him A Severe Critic On His Own Works.