Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best have gone to their eternal rest.

The depth lies in the valleys where we seek her, and not upon the mountain-tops where she is found.

It may well be doubted whether human ingenuity can construct an enigma... which human ingenuity may not, by proper application, resolve.

Most writers - poets in especial - prefer having it understood that they compose by a species of fine frenzy - an ecstatic intuition - and would positively shudder at letting the public take a peep behind the scenes.

The past is a pebble in my shoe.

No murmur arose from its bed, and so gently it wandered along, that the pearly pebbles upon which we loved to gaze, far down within its bosom, stirred not at all, but lay in a motionless content, each in its own old station, shining on gloriously forever.

Marking a book is literally an experience of your differences or agreements with the author. It is the highest respect you can pay him.