Poetry: The Best Words In The Best

The Language Of The Dream/night Is Contrary To That Of Waking/day. It Is A Language Of Images And Sensations, The Various Dialects Of Which Are Far Less Different From Each Other, Than The Various Day-languages Of Nations.

So Lonely 'twas That God Himself Scarce Seemed There To Be.

There Are Three Classes Into Which All The Women Past Seventy That Ever I Knew Were To Be Divided: 1. That Dear Old Soul; 2. That Old Woman; 3. That Old Witch.

Men Of Genius Are Rarely Much Annoyed By The Company Of Vulgar People.

Genius Of The Highest Kind Implies An Unusual Intensity Of The Modifying Power.