Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze - On me alone it blew.

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.

Novels are to love as fairy tales to dreams.

Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink.

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

Humor is consistent with pathos, whilst wit is not.

Genius must have talent as its complement and implement, just as in like manner imagination must have fancy. In short, the higher intellectual powers can only act through a corresponding energy of the lower.