...for the question is of will, and not, as the insanity of logic has assumed of power. It is not that the Deity cannot modify his laws, but that we insult him in imagining a possible necessity for modification. In their origin these laws were fashioned to embrace all contingencies which could lie in the future. With God all is Now.

I have made no money. I am as poor now as ever I was in my life - except in hope, which is by no means bankable.

That the play is the tragedy, “Man,” And its hero, the Conqueror Worm.

There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion.

The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame.

By undue profundity we perplex and enfeeble thought; and it is possible to make even Venus herself vanish from the firmament by a scrutiny too sustained, too concentrated, or too direct.

Beauty is the sole legitimate province of the poem.