They only babble who practise not reflection

A strange alternative * * *Must women have a doctor or a dance?

We wish our names eternally to live; Wild dream! which ne'er had haunted human thought, Had not our natures been eternal too.

How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!

Affliction is the good man's shining scene; prosperity conceals his brightest ray; as night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.

Body and soul, like peevish man and wife, United jar, and yet are loth to part.

Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind.