It is a gentle and affectionate thought, that in immeasurable height above us, at our first birth, the wreath of love was woven with sparkling stars for flowers.

The poet is the man made to solve the riddle of the universe who brings the whole soul of man into activity.

Reviewers are usually people who would have been, poets, historians, biographer, if they could. They have tried their talents at one thing or another and have failed; therefore they turn critic.

Silence does not always mark wisdom.

In what way, or by what manner of working, God changes a soul from evil to good, how He impregnates the barren rock--the priceless gems and gold--is to the human mind an impenetrable mystery, in all cases alike.

And they three passed over the white sands, between the rocks, silent as the shadows.

No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher.