It is impossible that had Buonaparte descended from a race of vegetable feeders that he could have had either the inclination or the power to ascend the throne of the Bourbons.

Familiar acts are beautiful through love.

But I am chained to Time, and cannot thence depart!

This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.

It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant if one considers it, To own that death itself must be, Like all the rest, a mockery.

The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.

All spirits are enslaved which serve things evil