A sigh can shatter a castle in the air.

The God of merely traditional believers is the great Absentee of the universe.

In the nine heavens are eight Paradises; Where is the ninth one? In the human breast. Only the blessed dwell in th' Paradises, But blessedness dwells in the human breast.

Ah, could the soul, like the body, have a mirror! It has,--a friend.

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.

I would give more for the private esteem and love of one than for the public praise of ten thousand.

The heart must glow before the tongue can gild.