The fish is swift, small-needing, vague yet clear, A cold, sweet, silver life, wrapped in round waves.

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.

Mirth itself is too often but melancholy in disguise.

Occupation is the necessary basis of all enjoyment.

When moral courage feels that it is in the right, there is no personal daring of which it is incapable.

Happy opinions are the wine of the heart.

Those who have lost an infant are never, as it were, without an infant child. Their other children grow up to manhood and womanhood, and suffer all the changes of mortality; but this one alone is rendered an immortal child; for death has arrested it with his kindly harshness, and blessed it into an eternal image of youth and innocence.