Poetry should only occupy the idle.

I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.

What a strange thing is man! And what a stranger is woman.

To what gulfs A single deviation from the track Of human duties leads even those who claim The homage of mankind as their born due, And find it, till they forfeit it themselves!

Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky.

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.