It is not merely the likeness which is precious... but the association and the sense of nearness involved in the thing... the fact of the very shadow of the person lying there fixed forever! It is the very sanctification of portraits I think - and it is not at all monstrous in me to say that I would rather have such a memorial of one I dearly loved, than the noblest Artist's work ever produced.

Eve is a twofold mystery.

The critics could never mortify me out of heart - because I love poetry for its own sake, - and, tho' with no stoicism and some ambition, care more for my poems than for my poetic reputation.

But since he had The genius to be loved, why let him have The justice to be honoured in his grave.

But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath!

You're something between a dream and a miracle.

Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do.