The plots of God are perfect. The Universe is a plot of God.

The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow

The result of law inviolate is perfection–right–negative happiness. The result of law violate is imperfection, wrong, positive pain.

If I could dwell where Israfel hath dwelt and he where I he might not sing so wildly well a mortal melody while a bolder note then this might swell from my lyre in the sky.

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

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.

It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain, but, once conceived, it haunted me day and night.