Not hear it? --yes, I hear it, and have heard it. Long --long --long --many minutes, many hours, many days, have I heard it --yet I dared not --oh, pity me, miserable wretch that I am! --I dared not --I dared not speak! We have put her living in the tomb!

In criticism I will be bold, and as sternly, absolutely just with friend and foe. From this purpose nothing shall turn me.

The greater amount of truth is impulsively uttered; thus the greater amount is spoken, not written.

Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore! Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.

Imperceptibly the love of these discords grew upon me as my love of music grew stronger.

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.