Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.

What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.

And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.

How sweet and soothing is this hour of calm! I thank thee, night! for thou has chased away these horrid bodements which, amidst the throng, I could not dissipate; and with the blessing of thy benign and quiet influence now will I to my couch, although to rest is almost wronging such a night as this.

The Cardinal is at his wit's end - it is true that he had not far to go.

I have not loved the world, nor the world me.

Tis strange,-but true; for truth is always strange; Stranger than fiction: if it could be told, How much would novels gain by the exchange! How differently the world would men behold!