I was made and meant to look for you and wait for you and become yours forever.

If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing god invents

As is your sort of mind, So is your sort of search: You will find what you desire.

Open my heart and you will see Graved inside of it, "Italy".

The good stars met in your horoscope, Made you of spirit and fire and dew.

Poor heretics there be, Which think to establish dangerous constancy, But I have told them, ‘Since you will be true, You shall be true to them, who are false to you.

“Everything is there but there are no parts. Since there are no parts there's no need to replace one thing with another. No need to remove anything or add anything. You don't have to think about difficult things just let yourself soak it all in. For Nakata nothing could be better.”

What am I pondering, you ask? So help me God, immortality.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.

I can't understand these chaps who go round American universities explaining how they write poems: It's like going round explaining how you sleep with your wife.

You fight against that devil for love as long as you may; when the time comes, not all the angels in heaven shall save him!

Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!' he said. 'It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles. By God! Mr. Linton, I'm mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!

Why, what is to live? Not to eat and drink and breathe,—but to feel the life in you down all the fibres of being, passionately and joyfully.

You were made perfectly to be loved and surely I have loved you in the idea of you my whole life long.

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you

Yes, I answered you last night; No, this morning, sir, I say: Colors seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day.

You have touched me more profoundly than I thought even you could have touched me - my heart was full when you came here today. Henceforward I am yours for everything.

Did you think of that? Who burns his viol will not dance, I know. To cymbals, Romney.

Yes," I answered you last night; "No," this morning, sir, I say. Colours seen by candlelight Will not look the same by day.

You shall know the truth and the truth shall make you mad.

Never put off till tomorrow the fun you can have today.

What’s the point of truth or beauty or knowledge when anthrax bombs are popping all around you?

Can you say something about nothing?

Back to culture. Yes, actually to culture. You can’t consume much if you sit still and read books.