Say not 'Good-night' but in some brighter clime, bid me 'Good-morning.'
The dead of midnight is the noon of thought.
if an author would have us feel a strong degree of compassion, his characters must not be too perfect.
It is to hope, though hope were lost.
Society than solitude is worse, And man to man is still the greatest curse.
The world has little to bestow Where two fond hearts in equal love are joined.