"There is a holiness to the heart's affections you know nothing about ..."
"You all wished I would give up, but I can't. A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness"
"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 ..."
... Bright Star