The human heart has a sigh lonelier than the cry of the bittern.

Tears are the tribute of humanity to its destiny.

A sigh can shatter a castle in the air.

Of all the portions of life it is in the two twilights, childhood and age, that tears fall with the most frequency; like the dew at dawn and eve.

False eloquence is exaggeration; true eloquence is emphasis.

Beware the deadly fumes of that insane elation Which rises from the cup of mad impiety, And go, get drunk with that divine intoxication Which is more sober far than all sobriety.

Willmott, the English essayist, says poetry is the natural religion of literature.