Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time.

What occasions the greater part of the world's quarrels? Simply this: Two minds meet and do not understand each other in time enough to prevent any shock of surprise at the conduct of either party.

You speak of Lord Byron and me; there is this great difference between us. He describes what he sees I describe what I imagine. Mine is the hardest task.

He ne'er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty

How sad it is when a luxurious imagination is obliged in self defense to deaden its delicacy in vulgarity, and riot in things attainable that it may not have leisure to go mad after things that are not.

one of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind's imagining into another