The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.

The premises are so delightfully extensive, that two people might live together without ever seeing, hearing or meeting.

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.

A material resurrection seems strange and even absurd except for purposes of punishment, and all punishment which is to revenge rather than correct must be morally wrong, and when the World is at an end, what moral or warning purpose can eternal tortures answer?

Letter writing is the only device combining solitude with good company.

What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.

A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover - but will sooner or later find a tyrant.