Twice-Told Tales quotes

I look around me, and, lo! on every visage a black veil!

Like Wakefield, he may become, as it were, the outcast of the universe.

Well, I bemoan it not; for if the fountain gushed at my very doorstep, I would not stoop to bathe my lips in it—no, though its delirium were for years instead of moments. Such is the lesson ye have taught me.

He was, for a good many years, the obscurest man of letters in America.

The book, if you would see anything in it, requires to be read in the clear, brown, twilight atmosphere in which it was written; if opened in the sunshine, it is apt to look exceedingly like a volume of blank pages.