Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.

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.

What is a miracle?--'Tis a reproach, 'Tis an implicit satire on mankind; And while it satisfies, it censures too.

The soft whispers of the God in man.

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

Pity swells the tide of love.

He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one; All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.