A woman being never at a loss... the devil always sticks by them.

There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had ears; The earth is but the music of the spheres.

To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.

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

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.

A man must serve his time to every trade, Save censure-critics all are ready made. Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by rote With just enough learning to misquote.