"I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow."

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

"The Tale originated in a bet that I could produce nothing effective on a subject so singular, provided I treated it seriously."

"And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave."

"It is with literature as with law or empire – an established name is an estate in tenure, or a throne in possession."