Health is my expected heaven.
Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.
They swayed about upon a rocking horse, And thought it Pegasus.
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.
I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.
Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel.