I would rather have a nod from an American, than a snuff- box from an emperor.
Tis the perception of the beautiful, A fine extension of the faculties, Platonic, universal, wonderful, Drawn from the stars, and filtered through the skies, Without which life would be extremely dull
The dew of compassion is a tear.
He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.
All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains.