Overhead the sanctities of the stars shine forever-more... pouring satire on the pompous business of the day which they close, and making the generations of men show slight and evanescent.

Almost all people descend to meet. All association must be a compromise, and, what is worst, the very flower and aroma of the flower of each of the beautiful natures disappears as they approach each other.

A man is reputed to have thought and eloquence; he cannot, for all that, say a word to his cousin or his uncle. They accuse his silence with as much reason as they would blame the insignificance of a dial in the shade. In the sun it will mark the hour. Among those who enjoy his thought, he will regain his tongue.

We thirst for approbation, yet cannot forgive the approver.

The colleges, while they provide us with libraries, furnish no professors of books; and I think no chair is so much needed.

Wouldst thou shut up the avenues of ill, Pay every debt as if God wrote the bill.

The people fancy they hate poetry, and they are all poets and mystics.