May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling, Silent as though they watched the sleeping earth!

There is nothing insignificant-nothing.

Within today, tomorrow is already walking.

Oh Sleep! it is a gentle thing, beloved from pole to pole, to Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, that slid into my soul.

Imagination that compares and contrasts with what is around as well as what is better and worse is the living power and prime agent of all human perception judgement and emotional reaction.

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.

The most happy marriage I can picture or imagine to myself would be the union of a deaf man to a blind woman.