The best chess-player in Christendom may be little more than the best player of chess; but proficiency in whist implies capacity for success in all those more important undertakings where mind struggles with mind.

I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.

Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance.

Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best have gone to their eternal rest.

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever! Let the bell toll!-a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river; And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear?-weep now or nevermore!