Poetry is the purest form of insanity.
Oh! what a luxury it is to weep, / And find in tears a sad relief!
Money is everything in this world to some people, and more than the next to other poor souls.
Oh, Duty is an icy shadow!
Life does not count by years. Some suffer a lifetime in a day, and so grow old between the rising and the setting of the sun.
Oh! Duty is an icy shadow. It will freeze you. It cannot fill the heart's sanctuary.