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

The man who consecrates his hours by vigorous effort, and an honest aim, at once he draws the sting of life and Death; he walks with nature; and her paths are peace.

Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.

We are not all great because we are inspired, but we feel great because we are.

Poor in abundance, famish'd at a feast.

How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, how complicate, how wonderful is man! Distinguished link in being's endless chain! Midway from nothing to the Deity! Dim miniature of greatness absolute! An heir of glory! A frail child of dust! Helpless immortal! Insect infinite! A worm! A God!

Nature delights in progress; in advance.