Though love repine, and reason chafe, There came a voice without reply,- "'Tis man's perdition to be safe, When for the truth he ought to die."

What if you do fail, and get fairly rolled in the dirt once or twice. Up again, you shall never be so afraid of a tumble.

Sunshine cannot bleach the snow, Nor time unmake what poets know

What opium is instilled into all disaster? It shows formidable as we approach it, but there is at last no rough rasping friction,but the most slippery sliding surfaces. We fall soft on a thought.

Spoons and skimmers you can be undistinguishably together; but vases and statues require each a pedestal for itself.

We all wish to be of importance in one way or another. The child coughs with might and main, since it has no other claim on the company.

A divine person is the prophecy of the mind; a friend is the hope of the heart.