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

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

Every moment of the night Forever changing places And they put out the star-light With the breath from their pale faces

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

Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.

I have made no money. I am as poor now as ever I was in my life - except in hope, which is by no means bankable.

In beauty of face no maiden ever equaled her. It was the radiance of an opium-dream - an airy and spirit-lifting vision more wildly divine than the fantasies which hovered about the slumbering souls of the daughters of Delos.