Men of genius are rarely much annoyed by the company of vulgar people.

The spirit of poetry, like all other living powers, must of necessity circumscribe itself by rules, were it only to unite power with beauty.

For compassion a human heart suffices, but for full and adequate sympathy, with joy, an angel's only.

On the Greek stage a drama, or acted story, consisted in reality of three dramas, called together a trilogy, and performed consecutively in the course of one day.

I never knew a trader in philanthropy who was not wrong in his head or heart somewhere or other.

Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was white as leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold.

That gracious thing, made up of tears and light.