The most general definition of beauty ... Multeity in Unity.

Remorse weeps tears of blood.

I do not call the sod under my feet my country; but language-religion-government-blood-identity in these makes men of one country.

No voice; but oh - the silence sank Like music on my heart.

To believe and to understand are not diverse things, but the same things in different periods of growth.

The genius of the Spanish people is exquisitely subtle, without being at all acute; hence there is so much humour and so little wit in their literature.

A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.