I am SHADOW, and my dwelling is near to the Catacombs of Ptolemais, and hard by those dim plains of Helusion which border upon the foul Charonian canal." And then did we, the seven, start from our seats in horror, and stand trembling, and shuddering, and aghast, for the tones in the voice of the shadow were not the tones of any one being, but of a multitude of beings, and, varying in their cadences from syllable to syllable fell duskly upon our ears in the well-remembered and familiar accents of many thousand departed friends.

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

In reading some books we occupy ourselves chiefly with the thoughts of the author; in perusing others, exclusively with our own.

...If you do not take it up with you in some way, I shall be under the necessity of breaking your head with this shovel

Art is to look at not to criticize.

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

The mental features discoursed of as the analytical, are, in themselves, but little susceptible of analysis. We appreciate them only in their effects. We know of them, among other things, that they are always to their possessor, when inordinately possessed, a source of the liveliest enjoyment.