I feel my immortality over sweep all pains, all tears, all time, all fears, - and peal, like the eternal thunders of the deep, into my ears, this truth, - thou livest forever!

Opinions are made to be changed or how is truth to be got at?

Marriage, from love, like vinegar from wine-- A sad, sour sober beverage--by time Is sharpened from its high celestial flavor Down to a very homely household savor.

With thee all tales are sweet; each clime has charms; earth - sea alike - our world within our arms.

A legal broom's a moral chimney-sweeper, And that's the reason he himself's so dirty

Switzerland is a curst, selfish, swinish country of brutes, placed in the most romantic region of the world.

Her great merit is finding out mine; there is nothing so amiable as discernment.