Their woes gone by, and both to heaven upflown, To bow for gratitude before Jove's throne.
--then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains/ My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk.
A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world.
Conversation is not a search after knowledge, but an endeavor at effect.
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.