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

Physicians mend or end us, Secundum artem; but although we sneer - In health - when ill we call them to attend us, Without the least propensity to jeer

Romances paint at full length people's wooing. But only give a bust of marriages.

Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized? In him alone, Can nature show as fair?

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

No hand can make the clock strike for me the hours that are passed.

I feel my immortality over sweep all pains, all tears, all time, all fears, - and peal, like the eternal thunders of the deep, into my ears, this truth, - thou livest forever!