Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

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 .

Of religion I know nothing -- at least, in its favor.

Retirement accords with the tone of my mind; I will not descend to a world I despise.

Tis pleasing to be school'd in a strange tongue By female lips and eyes--that is, I mean, When both the teacher and the taught are young, As was the case, at least, where I have been; They smile so when one's right; and when one's wrong They smile still more.

The lapse of ages changes all things - time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing about, around, and underneath man, except man himself.

Who then will explain the explanation?