Whatever strengthens and purifies the affections, enlarges the imagination, and adds spirit to sense, is useful.

Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.

Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.

There is no real wealth but the labour of man. Were the mountains of gold and the valleys of silver, the world would not be one grain of corn the richer; no one comfort would be added to the human race.

(Title: To the Moon) Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth,-- And ever-changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy?

If certain Critics were as clearsighted as they are malignant, how great would be the benefit to be derived from their writings!

Obscenity, which is ever blasphemy against the divine beauty in life, is a monster for which the corruption of society forever brings forth new food, which it devours in secret.