The tread Of coming footsteps cheats the midnight watcher Who holds her heart and waits to hear them pause, And hears them never pause, but pass and die.

One of the tortures of jealousy is, that it can never turn away its eyes from the thing that pains it.

I think I dislike what I don't like more than I like what I like.

autobiography at least saves a man or woman that the world is curious about from the publication of a string of mistakes called 'Memoirs.

Melodies die out, like the pipe of Pan, with the ears that love them and listen for them.

The thing we look forward to often comes to pass, but never precisely in the way we have imagined to ourselves.

In spite of his practical ability, some of his experience had petrified into maxims and quotations.