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

Yet we met; and fate bound us together at the alter,and I never spoke of passion nor thought of love. She, however shunned society, and, attaching herself to me alone rendered me happy. It is a happiness to wonder; it is a happiness to dream.

A man's grammar, like Caesar's wife, must not only be pure, but above suspicion of impurity.

Let us dismiss, as irrelevant to the poem per se, the circumstance ... which, in the first place, gave rise to the intention of composing a poem that should suit at once the popular and the critical taste.

And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave.

The sole purpose is to provide infinite springs, at which the soul may allay the eternal thirst TO KNOW which is forever unquenchable within it, since to quench it, would be to extinguish the soul's self.

To speak algebraically, Mr. M. is execrable, but Mr. G. is (x + 1)- ecrable.