Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.

A little still she strove, and much repented, And whispering “I will ne'er consent”—consented.

There is, in fact, no law or government at all; and it is wonderful how well things go on without them.

That prose is a verse, and verse is a prose; convincing all, by demonstrating plain – poetic souls delight in prose insane

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber!

I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.