Lovers may be and indeed generally are enemies but they never can be friends because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.
There is pleasure in the pathless woods there is rapture in the lonely shore there is society where none intrudes by the deep sea and music in its roar I love not Man the less but Nature more.
Shelley is truth itself and honour itself notwithstanding his out-of-the-way notions about religion.
What should I have known or written had I been a quiet mercantile politician or a lord in waiting? A man must travel and turmoil or there is no existence.
If I am fool it is at least a doubting one and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.
Women hate everything which strips off the tinsel of sentiment and they are right or it would rob them of their weapons.
I slept and dreamt that life was beauty I woke and found that life was duty.
I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?
The best prophet of the future is the past.