As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,- Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.

A silent address is the genuine eloquence of sincerity.

Fancy restrained may be compared to a fountain, which plays highest by diminishing the aperture.

Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine!

Absence, like death, sets a seal on the image of those we love: we cannot realize the intervening changes which time may have effected.

Good counsel rejected returns to enrich the givers bosom.

To be poor, and to seem poor, is a certain method never to rise.