All the bloomy flush of life is fled.

Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals; love, an abject intercourse between tyrants and slaves.

Titles and mottoes to books are like escutcheons and dignities in the hands of a king. The wise sometimes condescend to accept of them; but none but a fool would imagine them of any real importance. We ought to depend upon intrinsic merit, and not the slender helps of the title.

Ceremonies are different in every country, but true politeness is everywhere the same.

As ten millions of circles can never make a square, so the united voice of myriads cannot lend the smallest foundation to falsehood.

If you were to make little fishes talk, they would talk like whales.

Turn, gentle Hermit of the Dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray.