Many men spend their lives in gazing at their own shadows, and so dwindle away into shadows thereof.

How deeply rooted must unbelief be in our hearts when we are surprised to find our prayers answered.

The body too has its rights; and it will have them: they cannot be trampled on without peril. The body ought to be the soul's best friend. Many good men however have neglected to make it such: so it has become a fiend and has plagued them.

Poetry is to philosophy what the Sabbath is to the rest of the week.

There is as much difference between good poetry and fine verses, as between the smell of a flower-garden and of a perfumer's shop.

Many men spend their lives in gazing at their own shadows, and so dwindle away into shadows thereof.

The praises of others may be of use in teaching us, not what we are, but what we ought to be.