No mind is thoroughly well organized that is deficient in a sense of humor.

Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends.

A savage place! As holy and enchanted/As e'er beneath the waning moon was haunted/By woman wailing for her Demon Lover!

A spring of love gush'd from my heart, And I bless'd them unaware.

Motives by excess reverse their very nature and instead of exciting, stun and stupefy the mind.

My case is a species of madness, only that it is a derangement of the Volition, and not of the intellectual faculties.

The history of man for the nine months preceding his birth would, probably, be far more interesting and contain events of greater moment than all the three score and ten years that follow it.