Sorrow is the great idealizer.

The discontent with the existing order of things pervaded the atmosphere, wherever the conditions were favorable, long before Columbus, seeking the back door of Asia, found himself knocking at the front door of America.

To win the secret of a weed's plain heart.

Time is, after all, the greatest of poets; and the sons of Memory stand a better chance of being the heirs of Fame.

There is no bore we dread being left alone with so much as our own minds.

Love lives on, and hath a power to bless when they who loved are hidden in the grave.

Time makes ancient good uncouth.