There is nothing good in this world which time does not improve.
A poem round and perfect as a star.
A single soul is richer than all the worlds.
Style, after all, rather than thought, is the immortal thing in literature.
Vanity in its idler moments is benevolent, is as willing to give pleasure as to take it, and accepts as sufficient reward for its services a kind word or an approving smile.
A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.