To see distinctly the machinery--the wheels and pinions--of any work of Art is, unquestionably, of itself, a pleasure, but one which we are able to enjoy only just in proportion as we do not enjoy the legitimate effect designed by the artist.

Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells, From the bells, bells, bells.

Man's real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.

Perversity is the human thirst for self-torture.

All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.

A poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul.

In our endeavors to recall to memory something long forgotten, we often find ourselves upon the very verge of remembrance, without being able, in the end, to remember.