That man is richest who's pleasure are cheapest.

My life is like a stroll upon the beach.

Our taste is too delicate and particular. It says nay to the poet's work, but never yea to his hope.

Should not every apartment in which man dwells be lofty enough to create some obscurity overhead, where flickering shadows may play at evening about the rafters?

Even in civilized communities, the embryo man passes through the hunter stage of development.

The stars are the apexes of what triangles!

Though the youth at last grows indifferent, the laws of the universe are not indifferent, but are forever on the side of the most sensitive.