Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view.

This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey.

The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the trimmings of the vain.

It is impossible to combat enthusiasm with reason; for though it makes a show of resistance, it soon eludes the pressure, refers you to distinctions not to be understood, and feelings which it cannot explain. A man who would endeavor to fix an enthusiast by argument might as well attempt to spread quicksilver with his finger.

A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad When he put on his clothes.

Hope is such a bait, it covers any hook.

Silence is become his mother tongue.