“The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.”

Even for those to whom life and death are equal jests. There are some things that are still held in respect.

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow.

Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries.

Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.

I dread the events of the future, not in themselves but in their results.

The ninety and nine are with dreams, content, but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true.

I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.

Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries.

The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.

The depth lies in the valleys where we seek her, and not upon the mountain-tops where she is found.

The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.

Man’s real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.

I am a woman who came from witches those they tried to burn came rising higher than ever imagined and I am a woman who has this power behind me with every step.

When one works and imagines and dreams of nothing else than the search for answers that God has posed, it is difficult to be so still.

Nothing is more usual than for philosophers to encroach upon the province of grammarians; and to engage in disputes of words, while they imagine that they are handling controversies of the deepest importance and concern

Your imagination gives your dreams a direction!

Our best moments are not the ones I spend with you but the ones I imagine with you.

If beauty can love the beast, imagine what she can conquer.

I am accustomed to sleep and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when awake.

The dreams we imagine when we are asleep should not in any way make us doubt the truth of the thoughts we have when we are awake.