Days are like years in the love of the young, when no bar, no obstacle, is between their hearts,--when the sun shines, and the course runs smooth--when their love is prosperous and confessed.

There is no such thing as luck. It's a fancy name for being always at our duty, and so sure to be ready when good time comes.

Love like Death,, Levels all ranks, and lays the shepherd's crook Beside the scepter

I would rather have five energetic and competent enemies than one fool friend.

Beside one deed of guilt, how blest is guiltless woe!

Bu is a word that cools many a warm impulse, stifles many a kindly thought, puts a dead stop to many a brotherly deed. No one would ever love his neighbor as himself if he listened to all the Buts that could be said.

Genius in the poet, like the nomad of Arabia, ever a wanderer, still ever makes a home where the well or the palm-tree invites it to pitch the tent. Perpetually passing out of himself and his own positive circumstantial condition of being into other hearts and into other conditions, the poet obtains his knowledge of human life by transporting his own life into the lives of others.