The goodness of your true pun is in the direct ratio of its intolerability.

No thinking being lives who, at some luminous point of his life of thought, has not felt himself lost amid the surges of futile efforts at understanding, or believing, that anything exists greater than his own soul.

Never to suffer would have been never to have been blessed.

The death then of a beautiful woman is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world, and equally is it beyond doubt that the lips best suited for such topic are those of a bereaved lover.

A poem in my opinion, is opposed to a work of science by having for its immediate object, pleasure, not truth.

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

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