When I am not walking, I am reading. I cannot sit and think.

Not childhood alone, but the young man till thirty, never feels practically that he is mortal.

Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years,- One minute of heaven is worth them all.

He has left off reading altogether, to the great improvement of his originality.

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling?

Lawyers, I suppose, were children once.

Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, First flower of the earth and first gem of the sea.