Blest be the art that can immortalize,--the art that baffles time's tyrannic claim to quench it.
Built God a church and laughed His word to scorn.
Fanaticism, the false fire of an overheated mind.
Absence of proof is not proof of absence.
Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass, the mere materials with which wisdom builds, till smoothed and squared and fitted to its place, does but encumber whom it seems to enrich. Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much; wisdom is humble that he knows no more.
Solitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die