I can't be anonymous by reason of your confounded photographs. (To Julia Margaret Cameron)

It's better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would've happened if I had tried

More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.

We are all a part of every person we have ever met.

I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips... the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.

Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'.

The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.

...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.

Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.

if you don't concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.

God gives us love! Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone: This is the curse of time.

It is in the imperceptible space between that which touches and that which is touched that one body can be felt, no matter how closely, to be different from another.

I propose to fight it out on this line if it takes all Summer.

We're always looking roughly 30 years behind us. In the '80s they were obsessed with the '50s and so on.

What gives Bach and Mozart a place apart is that these two great expressive composers never sacrificed form to expression.

It is better to be passionate than to be tolerant at the expense of one's soul.

All my different kinds of artwork have been designed to inspire people to think. They may not always agree with me, but at least they will have some feelings and some passion about whatever it is.

You have to be tenacious, you have to be focused, you have to have a real vision, and be extremely passionate about it.

So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er, The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.

The decisive moment in the defeat of upper class, capital-S, Society may have come when, in newspapers all over the nation, what used to be call the Society page was replaced by the Style section.

Some things never leave a person: scent of the hair of one you love, the texture of persimmons, in your palm, the ripe weight.