Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.

The most 'popular,' the most 'successful' writers among us (for a brief period, at least) are, 99 times out of a hundred, persons of mere effrontery-in a word, busy-bodies, toadies, quacks.

The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in waking, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret. In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil.

To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.

The fever called "living" Is conquer'd at last.

The true genius shudders at incompleteness - and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.