The well of true wit is truth itself.
The man of science is nothing if not a poet gone wrong.
We never know what's in us till we stand by ourselves.
Heiresses are never jilted.
George Eliot has the heart of Sappho; but the face, with the long proboscis, the protruding teeth of the Apocalyptic horse, betrayed animality.
As we to the brutes, poets are to us.