I must choose between despair and Energy──I choose the latter.

That queen of secrecy, the violet.

To one who has been long in city pent, ’Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament.

Alas! when passion is both meek and wild!

The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.

Who would wish to be among the commonplace crowd of the little famous - who are each individually lost in a throng made up of themselves?

My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.