Perversity is the human thirst for self-torture.
Every moment of the night Forever changing places And they put out the star-light With the breath from their pale faces.
Blood was its Avatar and its seal.
In beauty of face no maiden ever equaled her. It was the radiance of an opium-dream – an airy and spirit-lifting vision more wildly divine than the fantasies which hovered about the slumbering souls of the daughters of Delos.
We had always dwelled together, beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass.
In one case out of a hundred a point is excessively discussed because it is obscure; in the ninety-nine remaining it is obscure because it is excessively discussed.
The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.
The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
The generous Critic fann’d the Poet’s fire, And taught the world with reason to admire.
There are few cases in which mere popularity should be considered a proper test of merit; but the case of song-writing is, I think, one of the few.
Imperceptibly the love of these discords grew upon me as my love of music grew stronger.
I could have clasped the red walls to my bosom as a garment of eternal peace. “Death,” I said, “any death but that of the pit!” Fool! might I have not known that into the pit it was the object of the burning iron to urge me?
We gave him a hearty welcome, for there was nearly half as much of the entertaining as of the contemptible about the man...
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.
He is, as you say, a remarkable horse, a prodigious horse, although as you very justly observe, a suspicious and untractable character.
Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.
The idea of God, infinity, or spirit stands for the possible attempt at an impossible conception.
And I fell violently on my face.
No pictorial or sculptural combinations of points of human loveliness, do more than approach the living and breathing human beauty as it gladdens our daily path.
Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger portion of the truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.