I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave – thank God for the quiet grave -O! I can feel the cold earth upon me – the daisies growing over me – O for this quiet – it will be my first.
I love you the more in that I believe you have liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your Loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.
I have so much of you in my heart.
I have good reason to be content, for thank God I can read and perhaps understand Shakespeare to his depths.
I compare human life to a large Mansion of many apartments, two of which I can only describe, the doors of the rest being as yet shut upon me.
I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
Here lies one whose name was writ in water.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
He ne’er is crown’d with immortality, who fears to follow where airy voices lead.
Great Brahma from his mystic heaven groans, and all his priesthood moans.
