Midnight, and love, and youth, and Italy!

We must remember how apt man is to extremes--rushing from credulity and weakness to suspicion and distrust.

Oratory, like the drama, abhors lengthiness; like the drama, it must keep doing. It avoids, as frigid, prolonged metaphysical soliloquy. Beauties themselves, if they delay or distract the effect which should be produced on the audience, become blemishes.

Love creates, love cements, love enters and harmonizes all things.

Common sense is only a modification of talent. Genius is an exaltation of it. The difference is, therefore, in degree, not nature.

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.

Rank is a great beautifier.