One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.

The Christian has greatly the advantage of the unbeliever, having everything to gain and nothing to lose.

As falls the dew on quenchless sands, blood only serves to wash ambition's hands.

What an antithetical mind! - tenderness, roughness - delicacy, coarseness - sentiment, sensuality - soaring and groveling, dirt and deity - all mixed up in that one compound of inspired clay!

O ye! who teach the ingenious youth of nations, Holland, France, England, Germany or Spain, I pray ye flog them upon all occasions, It mends their morals, never mind the pain.

Poetry should only occupy the idle.

We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.