Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.

The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.

If we love one another, nothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances may happen.

From dust thou art to dust returneth, was not spoken of the soul.

How beautiful the silent hour, when morning and evening thus sit together, hand in hand, beneath the starless sky of midnight!

People of a lively imagination are generally curious, and always so when a little in love.

The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.