It is with literature as with law or empire – an established name is an estate in tenure, or a throne in possession.
I have no faith in human perfectibility. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active – not more happy – nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago.
Music, when combined with a pleasurable idea, is poetry; music without the idea is simply music; the idea without the music is prose from its very definitiveness.
The true genius shudders at incompleteness – imperfection – and usually prefers silence to saying the something which is not everything that should be said.
From childhood’s hour I have not been. As others were – I have not seen. As others saw – I could not bring. My passions from a common spring – from the same source I have not taken. My sorrow – I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone – and all I lov’d – I lov’d alone.