“In pace requiescat!”

“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.”

“Yet we met; and fate bound us together at the alter,and I never spoke of passion nor thought of love. She, however shunned society, and, attaching herself to me alone rendered me happy. It is a happiness to wonder; it is a happiness to dream.”

“To-day I wear these chains, and am HERE. To-morrow I shall be fetterless!--BUT WHERE?”

“I was deeply interested in the little family history which he detailed to me with all that candor which a Frenchman indulges whenever mere self is the theme.”

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

“Contemplavo il luogo: quella casa, il nudo disegno del paesaggio, le mura spoglie, le aggrovigliate carici, i radi, decidui tronchi; e pativo uno sfinimento dell’anima, che non posso paragonare a nessuna sensazione terrestre, se non al ridestarsi dell’oppiomane dal fasto dei suoi sogni: il tristo precipizio nella vita quotidiana, l’orrore del velo che cade. Era gelido il cuore, affranto, infermo; tetra, sconsolata meditazione, che nessuna sevizia dell’immaginazione poteva adizzare al sentimento del sublime.”