"In secret we met -In silence I grieve,That thy heart could forget,Thy spirit deceive.If I should meet theeAfter long years,How should I greet thee? -With silence and tears"
"Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep."
"But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of."
"A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound."
"If I do not write to empty my mind, I go mad."
"She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that's best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes..."