They waste life in what are called good resolutions-partial efforts at reformation, feebly commenced, heartlessly conducted, and hopelessly concluded.

Beauty hath no lustre save when it gleameth through the crystal web that purity's fine fingers weave for it.

Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.

There is no error more absurd, and yet more rooted in the heart of man, than the belief that his sufferings will promote his spiritual safety.

Tis well to be merry and wise, 'Tis well to be honest and true; It is best to be off with the old love, Before you are on with the new.

A malady Preys on my heart that med'cine cannot reach.

O wretched is the dame, to whom the sound, "Your lord will soon return," no phrase brings.

It is actually possible to become amateurs in suffering.

The soul shares not the body's test.

Let those who smile at me, ask themselves whether they have been indebted most to imagination or reality for all they have enjoyed in life, if indeed they have ever enjoyed any thing.

Many a month of gloomy unconsciousness rolled over me, without date or notice. One thousand waves may welter over a sunk wreck, and be felt as one.

The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse.

those who do not know how to see the precious things in life will never be happy.

Ah! The anguish, the vile rage, the despairOf not being able to expressWith a shout, an extreme and bitter shout, The bleeding of my heart.

Silence stands between the trees, waiting for the wind's roar.

Clouds and darkness surround us, yet Heaven is just, and the day of triumph will surely come, when justice and truth will be vindicated.

As I stood outside in Cow Lane, it occurred to me that Heaven must be a place where the library is open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. No ... eight days a week.

Eventually, everything gets stuck between a pair of parentheses or buried in the bottom of a trunk.

Whenever the work is itself light, it becomes necessary, in order to economize time, to increase the velocity.

It made me wonder if the reasons our lives seem so muddled is because we keep walking into scenes in which we, along with the people around us, have no clear idea what we want.

We have awakened. We will not sleep anymore. Today, from now on, there is a new African in the world!