Happy the man, and happy he alone, he, who can call today his own.

Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.

Love is a child that talks in broken language, yet then he speaks most plain.

When we view elevated ideas of Nature, the result of that view is admiration, which is always the cause of pleasure.

None but the brave deserve the fair.

Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.

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.