Self-love, so sensitive in its own cause, has rarely any sympathy to spare for others.
a perfect piece of architecture kindles that aimless reverie, which bears the soul we know not whither.
Poetry is the apotheosis of sentiment.
The mind's pleasures are made to calm the tempests of the heart.
How much past there is in a life, however brief it be.
The greatest happiness is to transform one's feelings into action.