Eternity forbids thee to forget.

Send me no more reviews of any kind. I will read no more of evil or good in that line. Walter Scott has not read a review of himself for thirteen years .

If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.

War, war is still the cry,-"war even to the knife!"

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.

The dew of compassion is a tear.

It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe; you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.