The mere imitation, however accurate, of what is in Nature, entitles no man to the sacred name of Artist

To be thoroughly conversant with Man’s heart, is to take our final lesson in the iron-clasped volume of Despair

To see distinctly the machinery--the wheels and pinions--of any work of Art is, unquestionably, of itself, a pleasure, but one which we are able to enjoy only just in proportion as we do not enjoy the legitimate effect designed by the artist.

We allude to the short prose narrative, requiring from a half hour to one or two hours in its perusal

If you are ever drowned or hung, be sure and make a note of your sensations.

I was cautious in what I said before the young lady; for I could not be sure that she was sane; and, in fact, there was a certain restless brilliancy about her eyes that half led me to imagine she was not.

There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.