Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!

The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few!

The mind can make substance, and people planets of its own with beings brighter than have been, and give a breath to forms which can outlive all flesh.

When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter." And proved it--'t was no matter what he said.

Friendship is Love without his wings!

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?

To be perfectly original one should think much and read little, and this is impossible, for one must have read before one has learnt to think.