Fancy restrained may be compared to a fountain, which plays highest by diminishing the aperture.
All the bloomy flush of life is fled.
They say women and music should never be dated.
[T]here are depths of thousands of miles which are hidden from our inquiry. The only tidings we have from those unfathomable regions are by means of volcanoes, those burning mountains that seem to discharge their materials from the lowest abysses of the earth.
Aspiring beggary is wretchedness itself.
You can preach a better sermon with your life than with your lips.