It is a happiness to wonder; -- it is a happiness to dream.

I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him.

I dread the events of the future, not in themselves but in their results.

I could have clasped the red walls to my bosom as a garment of eternal peace. "Death," I said, "any death but that of the pit!" Fool! might I have not known that into the pit it was the object of the burning iron to urge me?

In the Heaven's above, the angels, whispering to one another, can find, among their burning terms of love, none so devotional as that of 'Mother.

The idea of God, infinity, or spirit stands for the possible attempt at an impossible conception.

Deep in earth my love is lying And I must weep alone.