Two souls with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the truth of imagination - what the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth - whether it existed before or not.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: Its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
Love is my religion - I could die for it.
The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
