The fishermen say that the "thundering of the pond" scares the fishes and prevents their biting.

Hate can pardon more than love.

There is none who does not lie hourly in the respect he pays to false appearance.

Some poems are for holidays only. They are polished and sweet, but it is the sweetness of sugar, and not such as toil gives to sour bread. The breath with which the poet utters his verse must be that by which he lives.

A sentence should be read as if its author, had he held a plough instead of a pen, could have drawn a furrow deep and straight to the end.

Did ever a man try heroism, magnanimity, truth, sincerity, and find that there was no advantage in them - that it was a vain endeavor?

As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind.