Indeed, there is an eloquence in true enthusiasm that is not to be doubted.

Odors have an altogether peculiar force, in affecting us through association; a force differing essentially from that of objects addressing the touch, the taste, the sight or the hearing.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

If you have never been at sea in a heavy gale, you can form no idea of the confusion of mind occasioned by wind and spry together. They blind, deafen, and strangle you, and take away all power of action or reflection.

A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.

Once upon a midnight dreary

I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.