Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap'd for the belovèd's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.

Jealousy's eyes are green.

It is found easier, by the short-sighted victims of disease, to palliate their torments by medicine, than to prevent them by regimen

There is no disease, bodily or mental, which adoption of vegetable diet, and pure water has not infallibly mitigated, wherever the experiment has been fairly tried.

A Christian, a Deist, a Turk, and a Jew, have equal rights: they are men and brethren.

The nature of a narrow and malevolent spirit is so essentially incompatible with happiness as to render it inaccessible to the influences of the benignant God.

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.