The whole faculties of man must be exerted in order to call forth noble energies; and he who is not earnestly sincere lives in but half his being, self-mutilated, self-paralyzed.

Poor little Foal of an oppressed race! I love the languid patience of thy face.

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

To leave no interval between the sentence and the fulfillment of it doth beseem God only, the Immutable!

Never can true courage dwell with them, Who, playing tricks with conscience, dare not look At their own vices.

How strange and awful is the synthesis of life and death in the gusty winds and falling leaves of an autumnal day!

Poetry has been to me its own exceeding great reward; it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the good and beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me.