The people have nothing to do with the laws but to obey them.
The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
I dread the events of the future, not in themselves but in their results.
There are certain themes of which the interest is all-absorbing, but which are too entirely horrible for the purposes of legitimate fiction.
The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.
The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.