The greatest grace of a gift, perhaps, is that it anticipates and admits of no return.

Oh, how short are the days! How soon the night overtakes us!

But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.

If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning!

Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.

Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.

Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.