Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.

For axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses.

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.

You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.