He Who Surpasses Or Subdues

What An Antithetical Mind! - Tenderness, Roughness - Delicacy, Coarseness - Sentiment, Sensuality - Soaring And Groveling, Dirt And Deity - All Mixed Up In That One Compound Of Inspired Clay!

I Have No Consistency, Except In Politics; And That Probably Arises From My Indifference To The Subject Altogether.

I Only Know We Loved In Vain; I Only Feel-farewell! Farewell!

Tis The Perception Of The Beautiful, A Fine Extension Of The Faculties, Platonic, Universal, Wonderful, Drawn From The Stars, And Filtered Through The Skies, Without Which Life Would Be Extremely Dull

Why Do They Call Me Misanthrope? Because They Hate Me, Not I Them.