The South-wind brings Life, sunshine and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire; But over the dead he has no power, The lost, the lost, he cannot restore; And, looking over the hills, I mourn The darling who shall not return.

Blame is safer than praise

I honor health as the first muse, and sleep as the condition of health. Sleep benefits mainly by the sound health it produces; incidentally also by dreams, into whose farrago a divine lesson is sometimes slipped.

The finest wits have their sediment.

Every hero becomes a bore at last.

He that despiseth small things will perish by little and little.

The condition which high friendship demands is ability to do without it.