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 daguerreotype] itself must undoubtedly be regarded as the most important, and perhaps the most extraordinary triumph of modern science.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

I have no words alas! to tell the loveliness of loving well

It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic.

The depth lies in the valleys where we seek her, and not upon the mountain-tops where she is found.