In the deepest slumber-no! In delirium-no! In a swoon-no! In death-no! even in the grave all is not lost.

There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our sad humanity must assume the aspect of Hell.

To observe attentively is to remember distinctly.

If the propositions of this Discourse are tenable, the "state of progressive collapse" is precisely that state in which alone we are warranted in considering All Things.

The death then of a beautiful woman is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world, and equally is it beyond doubt that the lips best suited for such topic are those of a bereaved lover.

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

If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.