With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.

I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.

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