Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great!

Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.

And then he danced,-all foreigners excel the serious Angels in the eloquence of pantomime;-he danced, I say, right well, with emphasis, and a'so with good sense-a thing in footing indispensable: he danced without theatrical pretence, not like a ballet-master in the van of his drill'd nymphs, but like a gentleman.

You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her. Never underestimate the power of love. The way to love anything is to realize it may be lost. The heart has its reasons that reason does not know at all. Music is love in search of a word. There is pleasure in the pathless woods; there is a rapture on the lonely shore; There is society, where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar.

Damn description, it is always disgusting.

This is the age of oddities let loose.

I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.