Happy the land where the writers are sad, the merchants satisfied, the rich melancholic, and the populace content.

Self-love, so sensitive in its own cause, has rarely any sympathy to spare for others.

A voyage without companionship, that is to say without conversation, is one of the saddest pleasures of life.

Poetry is the apotheosis of sentiment.

I desire no other proof of Christianity than the Lord's Prayer.

... in the history of the human mind there has never been a useful thought or a profound truth that has not found its century and admirers.

O memory, thou bitter sweet,--both a joy and a scourge!