Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.

Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.

The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.

All high poetry is infinite; it is as the first acorn, which contained all oaks potentially.

I love tranquil solitude.

All love is sweet, given or received.

Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, Never thus could voyage on.