My altars are the mountains and the ocean.
I had a dream, which was not at all a dream.
Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight.
Despair and Genius are too oft connected
What makes a regiment of soldiers a more noble object of view than the same mass of mob? Their arms, their dresses, their banners, and the art and artificial symmetry of their position and movements.
Retirement accords with the tone of my mind; I will not descend to a world I despise.