There is a harmony In autumn, and a luster in its sky...

In a drama of the highest order there is little food for censure or hatred; it teaches rather self-knowledge and self-respect.

The rich have become richer, and the poor have become poorer; and the vessel of the state is driven between the Scylla and Charybdis of anarchy and despotism.

The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.

Contemporary criticism only represents the amount of ignorance genius has to contend with. . . . Time will reverse the judgement of the vulgar.

My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!

A lovely lady, garmented in light From her own beauty.