I have great faith in fools,— self-confidence my friends will call it.

In the tale proper--where there is no space for development of character or for great profusion and variety of incident--mere construction is, of course, far more imperatively demanded than in the novel.

In death - no! even in the grave all is not lost. Else there is no immortality for man. Arousing from the most profound slumbers, we break the gossamer web of some dream. Yet in a second afterward, (so frail may that web have been) we remember not that we have dreamed.

To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness.

A man's grammar, like Caesar's wife, must not only be pure, but above suspicion of impurity.

A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.