Yet, in these autumn days when Nature expires, Here, in these veiled scenes, I find more attractions; It is a friend's sad goodbye; it is the last smile From lips that death is going to close forever!

Limited in his nature, infinite in his desires, man is a fallen god who remembers the heavens.

Music is the literature of the heart; it commences where speech ends.

Men are misers, and women prodigal, in affection.

True love is the ripe fruit of a lifetime.

Eternity is so certain and so terrible that a thousand lives would not suffice to prepare for it.

Argument should be polite as well as logical.