There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had ears; The earth is but the music of the spheres.

America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.

I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.

Accursed be the city where the laws would stifle nature's!

What's drinking? A mere pause from thinking!

It is very iniquitous to make me pay my debts - you have no idea of the pain it gives one.

They say that Hope is happiness But genuine Love must prize the past; And Mem'ry wakes the thoughts that bless: They rose first -- they set the last. And all that mem'ry loves the most Was once our only hope to be: And all that hope adored and lost Hath melted into memory. Alas! It is delusion all-- The future cheats us from afar: Nor can we be what we recall, Nor dare we think on what we are.