I Haven't Much Opinion Of

But Youth Isn't Happy. Youth Is Sadder Than Age.

In Her Single Person She Managed To Produce The Effect Of A Majority.

Of One Thing Alone I Am Very Sure: It Is A Law Of Our Nature That The Memory Of Longing Should Survive The More Fugitive Memory Of Fulfillment.

It Seems To Me That This Is The True Test For Poetry: - That It Should Go Beneath Experience, As Prose Can Never Do, And Awaken An Apprehension Of Things We Have Never, And Can Never, Know In The Actuality.

Anger And Jealousy Are Spasms Of The Nerves, Not Of The Heart.