...the agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long and final scream of despair.

Music, when combined with a pleasurable idea, is poetry; music, without the idea, is simply music; the idea, without the music, is prose, from its very definitiveness.

Men of genius are far more abundant than is supposed. In fact, to appreciate thoroughly the work of what we call genius, is to possess all the genius by which the work was produced.

That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.

I have been happy, though in a dream. I have been happy-and I love the theme: Dreams! in their vivid colouring of life As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife

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

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