"Rhyme is the native condition of lyric verse in English; a rhymeless lyric is a maimed thing."

“A blatant Bassarid of Boston, a rampant Maenad of Massachusetts.”

“Life is the lust of a lamp for the light that is dark till the dawn of the day that we die.”

“Fear that makes faith may break faith; and a fool Is but in folly stable.”

“I can truly say with Shelley I have been fortunate in friendships: that I have been no less fortunate in my enemies than in my friends.”

“To wipe off the froth of falsehood from the foaming lips of inebriated virtue, when fresh from the sexless orgies of morality and reeling from the delirious riot of religion, may doubtless be a charitable office.”

“It is long since Mr. Carlyle expressed his opinion that if any poet or other literary creature could really be "killed off by one critique" or many, the sooner he was so despatched the better; a sentiment in which I for one humbly but heartily concur.”