He loved the soothing hour, when the last tints of light die away; when the stars, one by one, tremble through æther, and are reflected on the dark mirror of the waters; that hour, which, of all others, inspires the mind with pensive tenderness, and often elevates it to sublime contemplation.

Fate sits on these dark battlements and frowns, And as the portal opens to receive me, A voice in hollow murmurs through the courts Tells of a nameless deed.

When the mind has once begun to yield to the weakness of superstition, trifles impress it with the force of conviction.

Wisdom can boast no higher attainment than happiness.

Ignorance of true pleasure more frequently than temptation to that which is false, leads to vice.

I tasted too what was called the sweet of revenge - but it was transient, it expired even with the object, that provoked it.

What is acquired without labor is seldom worth acquiring at all.