The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.

Nothing so fretful, so despicable as a Scribbler, see what I am, and what a parcel of Scoundrels I have brought about my ears, and what language I have been obliged to treat them with to deal with them in their own way; - all this comes of Authorship.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods.

And the commencement of atonement is the sense of its necessity.

Have not all past human beings parted, And must not all the present, one day part?

This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.

There is something to me very softening in the presence of a woman, some strange influence, even if one is not in love with them, which I cannot at all account for, having no very high opinion of the sex. But yet, I always feel in better humor with myself and every thing else, if there is a woman within ken.