God is only the president of the day, and Webster is his orator.

Nature refuses to sympathize with our sorrow. She seems not to have provided for, but by a thousand contrivances against it.

If we cannot sing of faith and triumph, we will sing our despair. We will be that kind of bird. There are day owls, and there arenight owls, and each is beautiful and even musical while about its business.

If you are a seer, whenever you meet a man you will see all that he owns, ay, and much that he pretends to disown, behind him.

There are none happy in the world but beings who enjoy freely a vast horizon.

Poetry is the mysticism of mankind.

It is remarkable how easily and insensibly we fall into a particular route, and make a beaten track for ourselves.