I fancy the character of a poet is in every country the same,--fond of enjoying the present, careless of the future; his conversation that of a man of sense, his actions those of a fool.

Our chief comforts often produce our greatest anxieties, and the increase in our possessions is but an inlet to new disquietudes.

Could a man live by it, it were not unpleasant employment to be a poet.

The volumes of antiquity, like medals, may very well serve to amuse the curious, but the works of the moderns, like the current coin of a kingdom, are much better for immediate use.

And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy, The heart distrusting asks if this be joy.

A volcano may be considered as a cannon of immense size.

Silence gives consent.