Virginity Is The Poetry, Not The Reality,

It Is Because Of The Servility Of Photography That I Am Fundamentally Contemptuous Of This Chance Invention Which Will Never Be An Art But Which Plagiarizes Nature By Means Of Optics. (1848)

Let Us Savour The Swift Delights Of The Most Beautiful Of Our Days!

We Cannot Have Two Hearts, One For The Animals And One For Men. In Cruelty Towards The Former And Cruelty To The Latter There Is No Difference But In The Victim.

Thou Makest The Man, O Sorrow!--yes, The Whole Man,--as The Crucible Gold.

Friendship, Sweet-resting Place Of The Soul, The Gloaming Wherein Our Hearts Find Peace.