I feel an army in my fist. – Friedrich Schiller (1759–1805), The Robbers, translated from German

Now I am not one of the most constant creatures alive myself, and am apt to run through the spectrum which has the blues at the bottom about once a week. – Byron Caldwell Smith (1849-1877), letter to Kate Stephens

Ere he returned, Madame descended and passed from the sparkling sunshine into the gloom of the portico, with a melancholy consciousness of the symbolic. For her spirit, too, had its poetic intuitions and insights… – Israel Zangwill, Dreamers of the Ghetto, “From a Mattress Grave,” 1897