Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.

Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,- Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

A strong argument for the religion of Christ is this - that offences against Charity are about the only ones which men on their death-beds can be made - not to understand - but to feel - as crime.

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted -- Nevermore!

Art is to look at not to criticize.

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

Many years ago, I contracted an intimacy with a Mr. William Legrand. He was of an ancient Huguenot family, and had once been wealthy; but a series of misfortunes had reduced him to want.