Nothing in Nature, much less conscious being, Was e'er created solely for itself.

Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.

Let no man trust the first false step of guilt; it hangs upon a precipice, whose steep descent in last perdition ends.

Oh, how portentous is prosperity! How comet-like, it threatens while it shines.

We are all born originals - why is it so many of us die copies?

However smothered under former negligence, or scattered through the dull, dark mass of common thoughts - let thy genius rise as the sun from chaos.

The first sure symptom of a mind in health Is rest of heart and pleasure felt at home.