"Reviewers, with some rare exceptions, are a most stupid and malignant race."

"A poet is a nightingale who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds."

"I have drunken deep of joy, and I will taste no other wine tonight."

"Dull,—oh so dull, so very dull! Whether he talked, wrote, or rehearsed, Still with this dulness was he cursed!"

"Death is the veil which those who live call life; they sleep, and it is lifted."