I suppose we shall soon travel by air-vessels; make air instead of sea voyages; and at length find our way to the moon, in spite of the want of atmosphere.

I suppose we shall soon travel by air-vessels; make air instead of sea voyages; and at length find our way to the moon, in spite of the want of atmosphere.

Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!

That music in itself, whose sounds are song, The poetry of speech.

This is the age of oddities let loose.

Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.

In general I do not draw well with literary men -- not that I dislike them but I never know what to say to them after I have praised their last publication.