It must be so,-Plato, thou reasonest well! Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality? Or whence this secret dread and inward horror Of falling into naught? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction? 'T is the divinity that stirs within us; 'T is Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man. Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!

It is observed by Cicero, that men of the greatest and most shining parts are most actuated by ambition.

I value my garden more for being full of blackbirds than of cherries, and very frankly give them fruit for their songs.

A man must be both stupid and uncharitable who believes there is no virtue or truth but on his own side.

The first race of mankind used to dispute, as our ordinary people do now-a-days, in a kind of wild logic, uncultivated by rule of art.

Love, anger, pride and avarice all visibly move in those little orbs.

Virgil has very finely touched upon the female passion for dress and shows, in the character of Camilla; who though she seems to have shaken off all the other weaknesses of her sex, is still described as a woman in this particular.