Oh for a seat in some poetic nook, Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook!

Danger for danger's sake is senseless.

There seems a life in hair, though it be dead.

Fail not to call to mind, in the course of the twenty-fifth of this month, that the Divinest Heart that ever walked the earth was born on that day; and then smile and enjoy yourselves for the rest of it; for mirth is also of Heaven's making.

If you are melancholy for the first time, you will find, upon a little inquiry, that others have been melancholy many times, and yet are cheerful now.

A pleasure so exquisite as almost to amount to pain.

Oh for a seat in some poetic nook, Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook!