Look sharply after your own thoughts. They come unlooked for, like a new bird seen on your trees, and, if you turn to your usual task, disappear; and you shall never find that perception again; never, I say-but perhaps years, ages, and I know not what events and worlds my lie between you and its return.

God said, I am tired of kings, I suffer them no more; Up to my ear this morning brings The outrage of the poor.

It is noticed, that the consideration of the great periods and spaces of astronomy induces a dignity of mind, and an indifferenceto death.

Every calamity is a spur and a valuable hint.

Of all debts, men are least willing to pay their taxes; what a satire this is on government.

Literature is eavesdropping.

A poem is made up of thoughts, each of which filled the whole sky of the poet in its turn.