Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, - John Keats

My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.... I never felt my mind repose upon anything with complete and undistracted enjoyment- upon no person but you. When you are in the room my thoughts never fly out of window: you always concentrate my whole senses

Life is divine Chaos. It's messy, and it's supposed to be that way.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increases;
It will never
Pass into nothingness.