I really cannot know whether I am or am not the Genius you are pleased to call me, but I am very willing to put up with the mistake, if it be one.

My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears.

If from society we learn to live, solitude should teach us how to die.

With thee all tales are sweet; each clime has charms; earth - sea alike - our world within our arms.

If a man proves too clearly and convincingly to himself...that a tiger is an optical illusion--well, he will find out he is wrong. The tiger will himself intervene in the discussion, in a manner which will be in every sense conclusive.

The music, and the banquet, and the wine-- The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments-- The white arms and the raven hair--the braids, And bracelets; swan-like bosoms, and the necklace, An India in itself, yet dazzling not.

And the commencement of atonement is the sense of its necessity.