In other words, I believed, and still do believe, that truth, is frequently of its own essence, superficial, and that, in many cases, the depth lies more in the abysses where we seek her, than in the actual situations wherein she may be found.

The mental features discoursed of as the analytical, are, in themselves, but little susceptible of analysis. We appreciate them only in their effects. We know of them, among other things, that they are always to their possessor, when inordinately possessed, a source of the liveliest enjoyment.

In other words, I believed, and still do believe, that truth, is frequently of its own essence, superficial, and that, in many cases, the depth lies more in the abysses where we seek her, than in the actual situations wherein she may be found.

I have no words alas! to tell the loveliness of loving well

When a madman appears thoroughly sane, indeed, it is high time to put him in a straight jacket.

...the agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long and final scream of despair.

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.