When a madman appears thoroughly sane, indeed, it is high time to put him in a straight jacket.

I heed not that my earthly lot Hath - little of Earth in it - That years of love have been forgot In the hatred of a minute: - I mourn not that the desolate Are happier, sweet, than I, But that you sorrow for my fate Who am a passer by.

I seemed to be upon the verge of comprehension, without the power to comprehend as men, at time, find themselves upon the brink of rememberance, without being able, in the end, to remember.

If we cannot comprehend God in his visible works, how then in his inconceivable thoughts, that call the works into being?

The history of all Magazines shows plainly that those which have attained celebrity were indebted for it to articles similar in natureto Berenice--although, I grant you, far superior in style and execution. I say similar in nature. You ask me in what does this nature consist? In the ludicrous heightened into the grotesque: the fearful coloured into the horrible: the witty exaggerated into the burlesque: the singular wrought out into the strange and mystical.

It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.

The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.