All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them.

Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.

To be thoroughly conversant with a man's heart, is to take our final lesson in the iron-clasped volume of despair.

The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.

Dream and give yourself permission to envision a You that you choose to be.

I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.

Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.

It may well be doubted whether human ingenuity can construct an enigma... which human ingenuity may not, by proper application, resolve.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.

Depend upon it, after all, Thomas, Literature is the most noble of professions. In fact, it is about the only one fit for a man. For my own part, there is no seducing me from the path.