Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.

Imitators are but a servile kind of cattle.

Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.

Home is the sacred refuge of our life.

That gloomy outside, like a rusty chest, contains the shoring treasure of a soul resolved and brave.

Learn to write well, or not to write at all.

Reason to rule, mercy to forgive: The first is law, the last prerogative. Life is an adventure in forgiveness.