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Men of genius are far more abundant than is supposed. In fact, to appreciate thoroughly the work of what we call...
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to...
The plots of God are perfect. The Universe is a plot of God.
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We now demand the light artillery of the intellect; we need the curt, the condensed, the pointed, the readily diffused...
That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten...
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever...
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their grey visions...
I have no faith in human perfectability. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity....
There are few cases in which mere popularity should be considered a proper test of merit; but the case of song-writing...
Truth is not always in a well. In fact, as regards the more important knowledge, I do believe that she is invariably...
That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from...
With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
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In [chess], where the pieces have different and bizarre motions, with various and variable values, what is only...
In criticism I will be bold, and as sternly, absolutely just with friend and foe. From this purpose nothing shall turn...
The higher powers of the reflective intellect are more decidedly and more usefully tasked by the unostentatious game...
The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term Art, I should call it the reproduction of what the Senses perceive...
Man's real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.
The writer who neglects punctuation, or mispunctuates, is liable to be misunderstood for the want of merely a comma,...