Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion-- I have shuddered at it, I shudder no more. I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet.
Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success.
I cannot exist without you - I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again - my Life seems to stop there - I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I were dissolving... I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion - I have shudder'd at it - I shudder no more - I could be martyr'd for my Religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that - I could die for you. My creed is Love and you are its only tenet - You have ravish'd me away by a Power I cannot resist.
You are always new to me.
There is a budding tomorrow in midnight.
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.
The air is all softness.
The excellence of every Art is its intensity.
I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.
Many have original minds who do not think it - they are led away by custom!
My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
I must choose between despair and Energy──I choose the latter.
Death is Life's high meed.
I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
... the open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown - the Air is our robe of state - the Earth is our throne, and the Sea a mighty minstrel playing before it.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!
Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.
You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.
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