I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law.

The poetry of speech.

Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!

Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf.

Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.

There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?

In itself a thought, a slumbering thought is capable of years; and curdles a long life into one hour.