He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.

Let us be merciful as well as just.

Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.

The day is dark and cold and dreary; it rains, and the wind is never weary.

The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.

But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.

I dislike an eye that twinkles like a star. Those only are beautiful which, like the planets, have a steady lambent light, are luminous, but not sparkling.