The generous Critic fann'd the Poet's fire, And taught the world with reason to admire.

To him, who still would gaze upon the glory of the summer sun, there comes, when that sun will from him part, a sullen hopelessness of heart.

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

From childhood's hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.

Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.

If any ambitious man have a fancy to revolutionize, at one effort, the universal world of human thought, human opinion, and human sentiment.

It is with literature as with law or empire - an established name is an estate in tenure, or a throne in possession.