There is music in all things, if men had ears.
I only know we loved in vain; I only feel-farewell! farewell!
One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.
When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter." And proved it--'t was no matter what he said.
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.
Tis strange,-but true; for truth is always strange; Stranger than fiction: if it could be told, How much would novels gain by the exchange! How differently the world would men behold!