America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.

This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction.

What is Death, so it be but glorious? 'Tis a sunset; And mortals may be happy to resemble The Gods but in decay.

Love rules the camp, the court, the grove - for love is Heaven, and Heaven is love.

It has been said that the immortality of the soul is a grand peut-tre -but still it is a grand one. Everybody clings to it -the stupidest, and dullest, and wickedest of human bipeds is still persuaded that he is immortal.

It is not for minds like ours to give or to receive flatter; yet the praises of sincerity have ever been permitted to the voice of friendship

On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.