I have not loved the world, nor the world me.

Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence, courage without ferocity, and all the virtues of man, without his vices. This praise, which would be unmeaning flattery if inscribed over human ashes, is but a just tribute to the memory of Botswain, a dog.

I have a notion that gamblers are as happy as most people - being always excited.

The simple Wordsworth . . . / Who, both by precept and example, shows / That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose.

Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.

If from society we learn to live, solitude should teach us how to die.

The English winter - ending in July to recommence in August