The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted: thence proceeds mawkishness.

You are always new to me.

I must choose between despair and Energy──I choose the latter.

When I have fears that I may ceace to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teaming brain".

Conversation is not a search after knowledge, but an endeavor at effect.

O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!

O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet the Evening listens.