“ O that our dreamings all, of sleep or wake, Would all their colours from the sunset take. ”
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.
~ John Keats
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination.
I have been astonished that men could die martyrsfor their religion--I have shuddered at it,I shudder no more.I could be martyred for my religion.Love is my religionand I could die for that.I could die for you.My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet.
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
