Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.

I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law.

Let joy be unconfined.

But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.

It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment - but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.