Passion makes the best observations and the sorriest conclusions.

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

It is easier and handier for men to flatter than to praise.

Romanticism is beauty without bounds-the beautiful infinite.

Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account?

Two aged men, that had been foes for life, Met by a grave, and wept - and in those tears They washed away the memory of their strife; Then wept again the loss of all those years.

Despair is the only genuine atheism.