Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.

Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted.

Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle.

Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.

Poetry, in a general sense, may be defined to be 'the expression of the imagination': and poetry is connate with the origin of man.

No one has yet been found resolute enough in dogmatizing to deny that Nature made man equal; that society has destroyed this equality is a truth not more incontrovertible.

A dream has power to poison sleep.