We have oftener than once endeavoured to attach some meaning to that aphorism, vulgarly imputed to Shaftesbury, which however we can find nowhere in his works, that "ridicule is the test of truth."

Literary men are . . . a perpetual priesthood.

I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love—but if you should deny me the thousand and first—‘t would put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.

--then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.

Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it

You are always new to me.