I love tranquil solitude.

Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, Never thus could voyage on.

His fine wit Makes such a wound, the knife is lost in it.

The moon of Mahomet Arose, and it shall set; While, blazoned as on heaven's immortal noon, The cross leads generations on.

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

In the infancy of society every author is necessarily a poet

A story of particular facts is a mirror which obscures and distorts that which should be beautiful; poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which it distorts.