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.
It is a happiness to wonder; & it is a happiness to dream.
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.