My Mind Has Been The Most Discontented

I Wish You Could Invent Some Means To Make Me At All Happy Without You. Every Hour I Am More And More Concentrated In You; Everything Else Tastes Like Chaff In My Mouth.

I Have Met With Women Whom I Really Think Would Like To Be Married To A Poem And To Be Given Away By A Novel.

A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever.

I Must Choose Between Despair And Energy──i Choose The Latter.

We Read Fine Things But Never Feel Them To The Full Until We Have Gone The Same Steps As The Author.