Believe me, there exists no such dilemma as that in which a gentleman is placed when he is forced to reply to a blackguard.

Heed not my earthly lot, for it hath little of earth in it.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

Glitter, and in that one word how much of all that is detestable do we express.

I have great faith in fools; self-confidence, my friends call it.

I have no faith in human perfectability. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active-not more happy--nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago.

Man’s real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.

Men of genius are far more abundant than is supposed. In fact, to appreciate thoroughly the work of what we call genius, is to possess all the genius by which the work was produced.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary...

The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year...

There is something in the unselfish and self sacrificing love of a brute which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere man.