It is a hard and nice subject for a man to speak of himself: it grates his own heart to say anything of disparagement, and the reader's ear to hear anything of praise from him.

Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.

Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.

All this world's noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!

God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.

Does not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas?

Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.