Earth took her shining station as a star, In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.

We trifle when we assign limits to our desires, since nature hath set none.

Example has more followers than reason. We unconsciously imitate what pleases us, and approximate to the characters we most admire.

The heart contracts as the pocket expands.

Merit is never so conspicuous as when coupled with an obscure origin, just as the moon never appears so lustrous as when it emerges from a cloud.

God has created too few unmixed evils to warrant the belief that death is one of them. In all things else in nature, goodness so abounds that we are authorized to infer that it does not stop even at the grave. It is only that her footprints have become invisible.

It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.