Poets alone are sure of immortality; they are the truest diviners of nature.

Invention is nothing more than a fine deviation from, or enlargement on a fine model . . .

They have written volumes out of which a couplet of verse, a period in prose, may cling to the rock of ages, as a shell that survives a deluge.

As it has been finely expressed, "Principle is a passion for truth." And as an earlier and homelier writer hath it, "The truths we believe in are the pillars of our world.

In these days half our diseases come from neglect of the body in overwork of the brain.

A man is already of consequence in the world when it is known that we can implicitly rely upon him. Often I have known a man to be preferred in stations of honor and profit because he had this reputation: When he said he knew a thing, he knew it, and when he said he would do a thing, he did it.

Prudence, patience, labor, valor; these are the stars that rule the career of mortals.