That love for one, from which there doth not spring Wide love for all, is but a worthless thing.

Take winter as you find him, and he turns out to be a thoroughly honest fellow; with no nonsense in him, which is a great comfort in the long-run.

When I was a beggarly boy, And lived in a cellar damp, I had not a friend nor a toy, But I had Aladdin's lamp.

The secret of force in writing lies not so much in the pedigree of nouns and adjectives and verbs, as in having something that you believe in to say, and making the parts of speech vividly conscious of it.

Blessed are they who have nothing to say and who cannot be persuaded to say it.

It is only by instigation of the wrongs of men that what are called the Rights of Man become turbulent and dangerous.

Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character.