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

Mankind are creatures of books, as well as of other circumstances; and such they eternally remain,--proofs, that the race is a noble and believing race, and capable of whatever books can stimulate.

Those who have lost an infant are never, in a way, without an infant.

Bread, milk and butter are of venerable antiquity. They taste of the morning of the world.

Some tears belong to us because we are unfortunate; others, because we are humane; many, because we are mortal. But most are caused by our being unwise. It is these last only that of necessity produce more.

Poetry is the breath of beauty.

The loveliest hair is nothing, if the wearer is incapable of a grace.