When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid - in which case all comment is superfluous - or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem.

There is eloquence in the tongueless wind, and a melody in the flowing brooks and the rustling of the reeds beside them, which by their inconceivable relation to something within the soul, awaken the spirits to a dance of breathless rapture, and bring tears of mysterious tenderness to the eyes, like the enthusiasm of patriotic success, or the voice of one beloved singing to you alone.

What is Love? It is that powerful attraction towards all that we conceive, or fear, or hope beyond ourselves.

If certain Critics were as clearsighted as they are malignant, how great would be the benefit to be derived from their writings!

He wanders, like a day-appearing dream, Through the dim wildernesses of the mind; Through desert woods and tracts, which seem Like ocean, homeless, boundless, unconfined.

In the infancy of society every author is necessarily a poet

The cloud shadows of midnight possess their own repose.