Heart-chilling superstition! thou canst glaze even Pity's eye with her own frozen tear.

Readers may be divided into four classes: 1) Sponges, who absorb all that they read and return it in nearly the same state, only a little dirtied. 2) Sand-glasses, who retain nothing and are content to get through a book for the sake of getting through the time. 3) Strain-bags, who retain merely the dregs of what they read. 4) Mogul diamonds, equally rare and valuable, who profit by what they read, and enable others to profit by it also

Those who best know human nature will acknowledge most fully what a strength light hearted nonsense give to a hard working man

History has a point of view; it cannot be all things to all people.

The Language of the Dream/Night is contrary to that of Waking/Day. It is a language of Images and Sensations, the various dialects of which are far less different from each other, than the various Day-Languages of Nations.

Heart-chilling superstition! thou canst glaze even Pity's eye with her own frozen tear.

Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, Its own avenging angel-dark misgiving, An ominous sinking at the inmost heart.