When I Have Fears That I May

The Excellence Of Every Art Is Its Intensity.

Health Is My Expected Heaven.

My Mind Has Been The Most Discontented And Restless One That Ever Was Put Into A Body Too Small For It.

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.

Where The Nightingale Doth Sing Not A Senseless, Tranced Thing, But Divine Melodious Truth.