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I want to do things so wild with you that I don't know how to say them.

I hope before long to press you in my arms and shall shower on you a million burning kisses as under the Equator.

I have waited for this opportunity for more than a week, to lift my pen in your service...

I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night...

The charms of the incomparable Josephine kindle continually a burning and a glowing flame in my heart...

I beg to assert Hercules because that is your own idea - there is no one like you, no one with whom I can talk with such ease about everything...

I feel I love you so much that I will never love you enough. I want to love you ... with all the moments in my life that are already past, with all those that are present, and with all those yet to come.

My Immortal Beloved... Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours.

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days...

Dearest, my body is simply crazy with wanting you...

Nothing compares to your hands, nothing like the green-gold of your eyes. My body is filled with you for days and days.

My beloved Angel, I am nearly mad about you, as much as one can be mad: I cannot bring together two ideas that you do not interpose yourself between them.

My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you - I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again - my Life seems to stop there - I see no further.

The very ink with which all history is written is merely fluid prejudice.

You have absorbed me... I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia.

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

I am in the smallest room in the house. I have your letter before me. Another is in the most intimate post place; I am not thinking of them but of you.

I wish I could just touch you once and take away the hurting.

My Dearest Teresa, I have read this book in your garden; my love, you were absent, or else I could not have read it. It is a favorite book of yours...

I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul... Since I knew you, I have been troubled by a remorse...

I love you more than ever; and I have so many things to talk to you about that I shall not be able to write them in this letter.

Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

Oh continue to love me—never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved. Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours.

I am very well only I wish I could see you at every turn of my eye...