O Latest Born And Loveliest Vision Far

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.

With A Great Poet The Sense Of Beauty Overcomes Every Other Consideration, Or Rather Obliterates All Consideration.

She Press'd His Hand In Slumber; So Once More He Could Not Help But Kiss Her And Adore.

Some Say The World Is A Vale Of Tears, I Say It Is A Place Of Soul-making.

My Friends Should Drink A Dozen Of Claret On My Tomb.