Murder, Like Talent, Seems Occasionally To Run

The Object Of Literature Is To Instruct, To Animate, Or To Amuse.

Those Works Alone Can Have Enduring Success Which Successfully Appeal To What Is Permanent In Human Nature -- Which, While Suiting The Taste Of The Day, Contain Truths And Beauty Deeper Than The Opinions And Tastes Of The Day.

I Am Suspicious Without A Motive, And Jealous Without Love; Although I Feel I Ought To Love Since I Desire To Be Loved.

If You Feel Yourself To Be Above The Mass, Speak So As To Raise The Mass To The Height Of Your Argument.

Over The Meeting Of The Lovers I Draw A Veil. The Burst Of Rapture With Which They Clasped Each Other In A Wild Embrace -- The Many Inquiries -- The Fond Regrets And Thrilling Hopes -- It Is Out Of My Power To Convey. Let Me, Therefore, Leave Them To Their Happiness.