Thank Heaven! The crisis /The danger is past, and the lingering illness, is over at last /, and the fever called ''Living'' is conquered at last.

Man is an animal that diddles, and there is no animal that diddles but man.

If in many of my productions terror has been the thesis, I maintain that terror is not of Germany, but of the soul.

In for ever knowing, we are for ever blessed; but to know all were the curse of a fiend

I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of golden sand- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep!

I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.

There might be a class of beings, human once, but now to humanity invisible, for whose scrutiny, and for whose refined appreciation of the beautiful, more especially than for our own, had been set in order by God the great landscape-garden of the whole earth.