Some noble spirits mistake despair for content.

One lamp — thy mother’s love — amid the stars Shall lift its pure flame changeless, and before The throne of God, burn through eternity - Holy — as it was lit and lent thee here.

Maturity is most rapid in the low latitudes, where pineapples and women most do thrive.

I knelt, and with the fervor of a lip unused to the cool breath of reason, told my love.

Flirtation is a circulating library, in which we seldom ask twice for the same volume.

It is godlike to unloose the spirit, and forget yourself in thought.

Wisdom, sits alone, topmost in heaven: she is its light, its God; and in the heart of man she sits as high, though groveling minds forget her oftentimes, seeing but this world's idols.